“Hey, how can I help you ?”
“I was born in England, there fair now?”
“Oh yes, I’m complete now.”
“I’m great. How are you, Lola?”
“Oh well, I think that I can’t complain. Should I know you from somewhere because I have this strange feeling that your face is quite familiar.”
No, from Paris, im the king actually “he says looking down smiling than after a while looking back up at her.
“You’re the king … Not as modest as I thought.”
“So … Mister King, what are you doing in New York ?”
“he laughs” Im sorry, its what a true gentleman does, and you already do, and let me say it is very pretty.
Lola just shook her head and after a while she looked again at the man in front of her. “Stop it, right now.” She laughed again. “You’re not from New York, are you ?”