We sat still, conversing till it got dark out, both quite drunk already. I had learned a few things about him, figuring along the line that there was no need to be nervous, he was a sweetheart, with a wide smile on his face the entirety of our conversation, drunk or not. He was apparently, like Sandra said, quite wealthy, but he wanted to stay here, doing the work of a driver for a while till he was ready to head back to London. He had a degree in Accounting, and a masters, which made me wonder why he settled here for the meantime when he could have as well worked with the highest of the land, with help from his connections.
29 years old, son of some governor I didn't remember, Baileys as a favorite drink, loves working out and yoga, paints, not a fan of smoking for himself, he was almost
