"Several?" Jessica asked, impressed. "I only speak the two, and not always very well." She winked again and headed for the door, pausing to let him go through first.
"Jessica," she replied as she held the door. "And I grew up in this garage," she added with pride. "It was my dad's and he taught me everything he knew. Lucky for him, I loved every minute of it, otherwise it would have been pretty awkward." She'd got her love of Quidditch from her dad, too, but wasn't sure yet if that was the sort of thing she could say around this fellow.
She scanned the area in front of the shop, trying to guess which vehicle belonged to this fellow. Though she had a hunch, she wasn't positive, so she said, "after you."