L.A. Gosh, it was great to see another American. The way she tossed her blonde hair about, so effortless and graceful made for a simply divine picture. "Thanks," he said.
The way she laughed and clapped her hands was like music to his ears, but her self-depiction as an old woman made his brow furrow. Who was she kidding? She was gorgeous, and really, she couldn't be old! How old could she possibly be? He knew better than to ask that, of course, but it still baffled him. "Give me a break, I'm sure you still get IDed back home sometimes," he said.