"How is it in here? Comfortable?" His lips were lifted into a smirk.
"Why are you back?" She countered.
"Ouch! I was hoping for a little foreplay but alright, I'll give it to you", he raised his hands in surrender. He picked up the tablet and typed on it a few times. He sighed as he leaned back in his seat; showing his laid back attitude.
"Gwen Cancino, 39, and very much Italian. I knew there was something off about your 'american accent'. Sounds a bit forced, you can be yourself with me. This is a safe place", he threw her a sweet smile.
That unpleasant feeling started to grow. He had only revealed that she was not American, and her wheels had already started to turn no matter how hard she tried to contain herself.
She scoffed, "And I thought my surname was a dead giveaway. I'm an Italian who became an American citizen. So what?"
