"2012." Elena replied. "You just... you strike me as being... a bit old-fashioned." She admitted, then went a little pink around her cheeks. "I mean... sorry. It's just... I don't often get the back of my hand kissed when I first meet someone."
She motioned for the door of the cafe. It was one of those chain shops, kinda, with several locations. This one was just as good as all of the others.