She could relate to the States being more interesting. If anything, at least it offered a whole new perspective on things as well as giving her new experiences. "Yeah," she said with a shrug. "At least your reason is better than mine," she added, teasingly. Of course, Starbucks wasn't the true reason, but he didn't need to know that.
In many ways, Cora missed Ireland. After moving to England, she'd still spent a great deal of time in Ireland, but not nearly enough to satisfy her. British people always came across as so god damn posh. She couldn't stand it. "You miss Ireland?" she then asked. His accent was hard to miss.
Post by Taylor McCarthy on Feb 6, 2017 6:17:28 GMT
Taylor offered a shrug, smirking as he moved along. His hands found their way into his pockets as they walked and he glanced over to the young woman. Her face was framed by the moonlight struggling to peak out from behind the rain clouds overhead. He studied her features in the pale light but looked away before he found himself staring awkwardly at her. Even though they'd already established the two had met years before he still couldn't shake the feeling of deja vu that washed over him whenever he looked at her.
"No." Taylor said with a chuckle, his head shaking as they walked along. There was no hesitation in his reply just as there was no love loss when it came to his home country. He couldn't explain why the question coupled with Cora's presence seemed to strike a nerve. Taylor's eyes narrowed a bit right after his abrupt answer and he glanced down to the ground moving beneath his feet. He shrugged again and looked up. "There's nothing left for me there anymore." It was a bold admission given his usually guarded and almost apathetic demeanor. "The only family I've got is back there at the Academy."
It struck Taylor that the mood had grown far too seriously far too quickly. It wasn't a situation he wore well and was instantly overcome with the urge to change the subject. "What about you?" He asked then. "You still got family back home?"
"Ah," she nodded. "That makes sense." She thought about her own family. Her grandparents lived in Ireland, her dad and his new wife back in England, and then there was her mother and other siblings in Alabama. She envied the simplicity of his admission. It sounded like it was a lot easier to keep track of his family if they remained in only one location.
"Yeah," she replied with a nod. "My dad lives back in England and my grandparents live in Ireland," she said with easy smile. "But there's no school in Ireland and St. Bethany was far too posh for my taste," she added with a smirk. "Do you want a cup of tea?" she asked, mimicking the most posh, British accent she could think of.
Post by Taylor McCarthy on Feb 7, 2017 20:34:51 GMT
"Oh, right, I know. The posh bastards." Taylor let out a short laugh at the accent. Nationality aside there weren't many people he could convince of his own refinement even if he'd wanted to make the attempt. In a way he relished the perception of being a bit of an underdog. The everyman was a role Taylor wore well and would cling to with all his might. "You know, you're awfully good at that." He mused. "You sure you were never one of them?"
A muffled ding interrupted the conversation but just for a moment. Taylor fished out his phone and swiped the screen, the glow illuminating his features as he manipulated the menu to check the incoming message. With a nod he pocketed the phone and glanced to Cora. "Alright, we're good. A cab'll meet us on the way. Probably ten minutes, tops."