Dutch nodded. She’d heard that what he’d just said about learning languages was true. Her eyebrows wrinkled at the statement in Polish, though. It wasn’t a language she even came close to speaking. On a good day she could order a cup of coffee in French. Dutch had never had much of a need for anything other than English and various forms of computer code. “What did you just say?” She eyed him curiously, a tiny smile playing on her lips.

“London is correct. Moved there when I was fifteen. Picked up an accent and a love for Cadbury chocolate.” She smiled, waves of nostalgia washing over her. Living in England had been a good period for Dutch. She’d just escaped that asshole her mother had married and was finding her way on her own. Independence was a good thing for her. She’d thrived on her own. It was only a few years ago that she’d found herself missing New York City and moved back. If only there was a way to spend a week in London and the next in NYC without breaking the bank.