Quietly was right. One moment Elliott was enjoying the people watching all by his lonesome and then someone beside him was talking.
Startling slightly, he looked over at the man, smirking as he shook his head briefly. "Not really, no. There are parties each month for refugee birthdays and sometimes holiday parties.." Elliott chuckled, taking a drink from the cup in his hand. "During Valentine's Day they even delivered candy grams, it's nice that even here people can come together and celebrate."
A few of the parties had been run by the refugees themselves, but he suspected the birthday parties were put together by their elusive hosts.