“That's a killer accent you have. Sounds exotic.”
“Just British, I'm afraid. I only know a trifling of foreign tongues.”
He plopped down onto the divan next to her, his multi-colored arm stretched along the back.
“Foreign tongues—I like the sound of that.”
She thought to the article she'd read in the nail salon. “I've picked up a little French and Italian,and more recently, a bit of Hindi, I believe.”
“Really?” he said, leaning close. “Such as?”
“Oh, you know, Kama Sutra, and things of that nature.”
Suddenly Liam was at her side. “You'll be sitting out front, Emily,” he said through gritted
teeth, “right next to the stage.”
― Bella Street, Kiss Me, I'm Irish