@adrien-reed “I’m from Nevada. The, uh, Las Vegas area specifically.” Adrien glanced over at the willow tree escaping its spot on the sidewalk. “It’s all roads over there, you don’t get too many big trees like this unless you go further out.” Aside from the palms that line some of the richer neighborhoods, but they don’t exactly belong there. It was a very strange, somewhat unfriendly place, now that she thought of it, and she definitely preferred a town like this. Even if the sidewalks had it out to get her. “You’re from England? What brought you all the way here?” Was that an intrusive question to ask a guy she just met a few moments ago by tumbling into? Definitely. But she was planning to be here for a while, and she should probably get to know her neighbors.
"Ah, Las Vegas," he nodded. "I've been once or twice." or three or four times. Between just going on holiday or going for work, he'd been to the small desert city many times. He couldn't help but smile slightly when she asked what brought him to the States. This one wasn't one for cooking shows apparently.
"Work mostly," he replied as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I was taking a break from work for a time when "the announcement" happened. When I came out as having been a supernatural the mayor reached out to me. She said she was making a place where all supernatural people would be welcome and safe, and she wanted a ah- a public figure of sorts to come to Saintes and help make it a tourist destination. So here I am." he finished before slipping his hands into his pockets. "And yourself? What brought you down here from Nevada?"
