Logically, he knew he shouldn’t. He got her mobile, now he should be making a smooth exit and selling it as quickly as he could. He also knew that it probably wasn’t good not remember the last time you’ve had anything to eat or drink, so he nodded. “Tea would be lovely.”
“Great. I know a lovely little place just another street over.” She smiled and nodded her head in the cafe’s direction. He seemed to be a relatively nice person, and she thought having tea with someone would be nice for a change. “Are you from around here, Don?”
“Fantastic.” He wasn’t exactly sure where around here is, beyond somewhere in England, but that’s enough to know the answer and he grinned at her. “Nope, I’m from way up in Glasgow. How about you, Miss Cartel, where are you from?”
“Glasgow’s a nice place.” She looked around the environment, taking in the sounds of rushing people and automobiles. “I’m from Birmingham, but I’m visiting friends here. And please call me Ivanaa.” She softly smiled.
“Glasgow’s brilliant. I can’t say I’ve ever been to Birmingham, though.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, feeling legitimately relaxed. “What’s it like, Ivanaa?”