Ashley
Let's see, just stepping out onto the street and problems arose, first Frank and now this girl.
"Hi, a pleasure, I'm Asher," I lightly pressed her soft hand and her smile broadened.
"Where are you from? You have a lovely accent," she commented as we proceeded to sit down, the other girls talking with the other two.
"I'm from the UK," I said proudly.
"Ahh, wonderful, I've visited the UK several times, I love it," she said excitedly. "There are very handsome guys there," she looked at me and shrugged.
Damn.
"Yes, I don't doubt it," I assured her.
"How old are you?" she tilted her childlike face.
"25," I responded, and she was surprised.
"Oh! You look much younger," she placed her hands together on her lap. "You look like you're 18 or 19," she fixed her hair again. I thought
