[God, she must have "new to London" stamped across her fucking forehead, for all her wandering. How she ended up in Westminster, she'll never be able to answer, but she plays it off well enough as aimless, curious wandering. As if she hasn't done enough of that in her life.
Can't find a job. Can't find the right tube station. Can't even find a coffee, though not for lack of trying. It's embarrassing. She tries to put on a poker face, though, because letting on about it would only be worse.]
Okay, so. [Sorry, Oliver, she's zeroed in on the cup in your hand, so she sits down right beside you on the bench outside one of the coffee shops.] I count...four cafes within eyesight. What made you choose this one?
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Can't find a job. Can't find the right tube station. Can't even find a coffee, though not for lack of trying. It's embarrassing. She tries to put on a poker face, though, because letting on about it would only be worse.]
Okay, so. [Sorry, Oliver, she's zeroed in on the cup in your hand, so she sits down right beside you on the bench outside one of the coffee shops.] I count...four cafes within eyesight. What made you choose this one?