She secretly gave a quick glance up and down the taller male, then shrugged, having another drag of the toxic chemicals then sending them on back into the air above them. “Well expect a fuck ton more collisions in life and not everyone’s as nice as I am.
Vera scoffed in disbelief, stealing a glance towards his abdominals, if anything he was a french fry, delicious and probably off-limits for the alpha, "Er, no way,, there’s more muscle in your pinky than I ‘ave in my entire body ’m sure.”
Grey smoke trickled from her burgundy stained lips, while the young wolf gave him a coy smile, at least he didn’t try to guess for himself. “London-born mite, and you?”
the accent, while a bit difficult to understand and definitely unexpected at first, was growing on mason. a chuckle left his lips at her words, finding them both funny and flattering. also, the accent. he loved it. “thanks for the warning. i’ll keep my eye out for those americans,” he teased, which in his experience, was totally the truth, himself being no exception. “but you got me there. my left might be fine, watch out for this pinky.” he held up his right one with a playful smile.
“mystic falls. well, i’ve been in florida, but i was born here. what in the world brings you here of all places?” was it slightly awkward for the pair of them to be standing in the middle of the sidewalk, two strangers chatting it up? certainly--from an outsider’s perspective. to mason, it was enjoyable, and she was pretty, and clever.