"It's your call," he replied with a shrug. He wasn't her conscious and she'd know better than him if she'd get in trouble.
"I'm Jackson by the way. Jackson Mercer, newly arrived in Athens by way of Alexandria and Cairo," he said as they walked up the wide stairs that lead out onto the street. His eye slipped down to her firm backside hidden by that loose summer dress of hers. She had good calves though, the strong legs of a footballer and a runner. Her arms were well toned too, muscled but not like his. She looked... good.
Hmmm...
"I'm guessing from your accent you're from London, but a good neighborhood like Soho or Notting Hill," he said for small talk as they made their way down the street toward the cafe.