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“Rose,” I tell hiulfshis thu a lot, the texture and war an i a whole lot more of him

“Rose,” he repeats, pausing and tilting his head a fraction as if he doesn’t believe h and he didn’t giveI’ht noay, so Rose it is

“Rose,” I confirm “And no, I don’t have any issues with your country” I ser on his face for a lophile, truth be told When Will and Kate gotlive and I’ve binge-watched all six seasons of Downton Abbey Twice And while I’ve never had afternoon tea I’ “Thank you for the drink,” I add, picking lass up

“You’re welco uess he’s drinking bourbon, the ale ice cube It looks expensive, if I could judge the cost of his drink based on seeing an inch of it swirling in a glass It must be the British accent that makes him seem posh inside of a nondescript Sheraton by the airport

“A chane cocktail,” I reply with a blush It’s a stupid drink, but I like it

“Ahh,” he replies, and even that half a word sounds better in his accent “Is that a popular drink in this country?”

It’s not

But wait, he doesn’t know that, does he?

“Very” I nod Wow Who kneas such a great liar? This week ton?” I ask, changing the subject I run lass and wonder if I can really do this It’s a great opportunity though, isn’t it? He’s perfect, appears interested and I’ll never see hiet back on the horse I couldn’t ask for a better scenario Or a better horse Like a totally-out-of-hbred kind of horse I’d most definitely like to ride

“Business,” he replies “You?”

“Same,” I reply quickly and wave the question off with my hand “Dull,” I add with a smile and a roll of my eyes

“It was dull, yes,” he says in agree his eyes to my lips

I feel a flushdown my neck and I s

“So you’re in town for a fortnight or so?”

“Have you any idea what a fortnight is, Rose?” He laughs and takes a sip frolass as he watches me

“Uuess I don’t actually have a clue what a fortnight is but I like the way it sounds and I’ve never had the opportunity to use it in conversation

“A fortnight is teeks, and no, I won’t be in A”

Perfect

I s to use hi to enable a cheater

“And what about you, Rose? Where is ho at this hotel?”

Sore subject “Here and there” My sister’s couch, but I don’t say that I’m way too old to be in between apartments And jobs So I definitely don’t tell hiulp ofanyway

“Here and there?” he questions with a raised brow and tilt of his head Great He probably thinks I’ht stand I need to redirect this conversation

“Where did you say you lived?” I ask “London?” I add as a guess because, yes, raphy skills are so stellar that London is the only city in England that I can come up with quickly

“London, yes,” he agrees while watching me “In Mayfair Hertford Street,” he adds I’ specific to ue Too bad

“Sounds nice”

“Does it?” He s him I take another sip of lass The last one got away fros sent

“I like your shirt,” I offer Subject change, take two “Is it bespoke?”

“Shall I ask if you knohat ‘bespoke’ means or is it just another British term you’ve been anxious to use?” He shakes his head this tihs

“It means fancy?” I ask, because he’s correct I don’t knohat that word means either