You'd be surprised. My employees tell me I'm something of a mystery figure around the shop.
[As he intends. Not to mention he'd be keeping a distance from swear ins for the near future.
Though in the present,Harry's smile turns a bit warm and a bit wry.]
Though I do make exceptions from time to time.
[Harry folds his hands in his lap and leans back against his chair. No need to appear as curious-- or vaguely suspicious-- as he feels. A great deal of espionage depended heavily on one's pokerface.]
That question had crossed my mind, yes. Are you having any trouble settling in?
No, I'm not having any trouble with that. The reason why I asked you is because I think we could be friends and I don't really have that many of them here. [Peggy looks down for a moment, then back up at him.]
Apart from that, we're outnumbered by the Americans and we should stick together.
[Harry chuckles-- maybe the first time he laughed all week-- and casts Peggy a sidelong glance as their barista approaches with a tea tray.]
Then between us, I wouldn't expect much from this brew. They simply don't have the knack for it over here, you know.
[Harry sounds pleasant enough about it, but the tea is certainly no joke. As for fresh British faces in a sea of an American tourist area, that's a relief he can relate to as well.
Harry quietly thanks the barista and takes his cup of tea. His fingers expertly dart between dispensers on the table for sugar and cream. This blend would be needing it.]
I must admit, I'm surprised to hear that from a charismatic woman such as yourself.
[But only to an extent. A lot of imPorts could be quite cynical towards newcomers, or just general positivity vacuums.]
But if you don't mind the company of an old man, I'd be delighted.
[But she takes the other cup of tea from the tray, offering the barista a grateful smile. Peggy selects some cream and sugar for herself, opening the packets and puts them into her tea, stirring them with a spoon.]
You're not old. Just older. [That being said, she doesn't have any idea how much older than her he was. But then she hasn't told Harry her age either.]
Charismatic. I've certainly been called the opposite. [Her smile grows softer for a moment before she sets the spoon down at the side of her cup.]
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[As he intends. Not to mention he'd be keeping a distance from swear ins for the near future.
Though in the present,Harry's smile turns a bit warm and a bit wry.]
Though I do make exceptions from time to time.
[Harry folds his hands in his lap and leans back against his chair. No need to appear as curious-- or vaguely suspicious-- as he feels. A great deal of espionage depended heavily on one's pokerface.]
That question had crossed my mind, yes. Are you having any trouble settling in?
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[She matches his smile with one of her own.]
No, I'm not having any trouble with that. The reason why I asked you is because I think we could be friends and I don't really have that many of them here. [Peggy looks down for a moment, then back up at him.]
Apart from that, we're outnumbered by the Americans and we should stick together.
[That last part might be a joke.]
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Then between us, I wouldn't expect much from this brew. They simply don't have the knack for it over here, you know.
[Harry sounds pleasant enough about it, but the tea is certainly no joke. As for fresh British faces in a sea of an American tourist area, that's a relief he can relate to as well.
Harry quietly thanks the barista and takes his cup of tea. His fingers expertly dart between dispensers on the table for sugar and cream. This blend would be needing it.]
I must admit, I'm surprised to hear that from a charismatic woman such as yourself.
[But only to an extent. A lot of imPorts could be quite cynical towards newcomers, or just general positivity vacuums.]
But if you don't mind the company of an old man, I'd be delighted.
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[But she takes the other cup of tea from the tray, offering the barista a grateful smile. Peggy selects some cream and sugar for herself, opening the packets and puts them into her tea, stirring them with a spoon.]
You're not old. Just older. [That being said, she doesn't have any idea how much older than her he was. But then she hasn't told Harry her age either.]
Charismatic. I've certainly been called the opposite. [Her smile grows softer for a moment before she sets the spoon down at the side of her cup.]
What would you like to know about me?