The man responded to her, surprisingly, in her native language. She didn’t know english was that common of a language, she was still jetlagged from her first airplane flight ever. She didn’t want to admit it to Leon, but before it, P hadn’t even left the state. Oh well, it seemed like a plus that she didn’t have to speak really bad french! “Aw man. Not only do you know english but you have a cool accent too!” Persie cursed. “Where are you from?” She wondered.
“Oh, yeah,” She responded shyly when he wanted to sit with her from the get-go. The girl didn’t expect him to actually have a conversation with her, but she was pleasantly surprised. She scooted to make room for him on the window seats, and then scooted back just a liiiittle closer when he sat down. He smelled good. Like coffee.
“Sooo, how was your shift?” She asked curiously, making small talk. Partly because she wanted to know what being a barista was like, partly because she wanted to talk to him. Don’t worry, Persie secretly hated small talk so it would not be long until she asked him about roanoke or the mandela effect. Wait, if he was a barista; Could he be gay? As a pansexual, Persephone also had a natural gravitation to barist-ing. Hopefully he’s not gay. Well, he can be gay, but it has to be an lgbtq type where we can still kiss a lil.