His gaze fell on the movement of the swirl she drew on his skin. Mouth opened, he had been prepared to inquire further. The touch of her fingers sent him into a daze; vague images of his dreams playing out in front of his eyes for only him to see. How could she even be real?
Shifting in his seat, Galen broke his concentration and smiled. "Aye, well, that's a very short story." He took a sip of his drink. "Everyone dreams of visiting America and my dreams were persistent." He laughed, taking a longer swig of his Guinness and signalling for the bartender hat they were ready to order some food.