"Well of course you do, beautiful woman with professional, athletic career, you're basically a jock and so obviously you have to hate me. We're arch enemies in the real world, you know," He grinned before leaning back and taking a drink from his tea, knowing full well what he'd be ordering: a chorizo, egg, and brie sandwich. He nodded to the waitress when she approached and asked if it'd be the usual.
He waited for Emma to order her usual, and then restarted his conversation with her, "Oxford's fine, it's ... too far from London really. I wish I were here, but I'm not sure on jobs around here. I haven't approached anyone about it yet though. I'm just working through a few ideas... how about you? How's the dancing going? Any other special, raw talents come around like myself?"