“I’ve never seen something like this. They just gave it to me when I arrived…” He replied, handing her the phone. “I’m not used to having an accent… I suppose I’m used to everyone speaking the language.” Bennett said with a shrug. “…I’m sorry, a car? What’s that?” He asked, raising a brow. “We have paintings and portraits… Is that the same? I could help teach you.”
“Really? Well, it’s not that hard. You can call anyone you like or text. You can even take pictures and send them to people. Here, let me show you.” Taking the phone, Natalie pulled up the photo app and snapped a quick picture of Bennett. “See,” she paused, holding up the screen. “I get it. I’m not used to hearing all these accents either. It’s kind of cool. But I can speak French at an intermediate level.” If that was worth anything. “It’s a, well...Like a carriage that moves. I could show you?” She suggested. “Sort of, I guess. Oh, I’d love that. But only if you have time, I wouldn’t want to bother you.”