-he takes a moment to process your words, nodding his head as if writing them out and translating them on his mental chalkboard-
“I studied mainly 18-19th century…British…literature” -he speaks slowly, with a thick accent- “Favorite author is…Laurence Sterne…” -he says this name as if he can’t wait to get it off his tongue- “You are…very good…I’m sorry I’m…quite bad…” -he chuckles and rubs his face in his hands- “Also pretty…um…how they’d say…’rusty’."
"You’re not too terrible, don’t worry about it!” {;smiles and kisses your cheek}
You did really well. I should read more, actually. If I had the time I would. {;nods before watching the cab arrive in front of her apartment. she then reaches over to pay the taxi driver before opening the door, careful not to slip on any possible ice that might be on the road}
