May 29, 2016
silversprinter:
“Sokovia.”
If THAT was a joke of some kind, he didn’t understand it. So he ended up replying in a straight-forward manner, choosing LOGIC over a play with words.
“But I doubt you have heard of it.”
“I’m afraid I haven’t. Is it small or…?”
He hadn’t socialized with anybody in a while; it had become hard for him to recognize whether he was being rude or not. He supposed that that was the deal that came from hiding for far too long in his small studio on Notting Hill. Rather juttingly, he held his hand out toward the younger man in an attempt to correct his behavior.
“I’m James. I haven’t seen you around here before, is all.”
