You traveled to England for the summer vacation. You were enjoying your time in a local pub, but something happened, you heard him laughing. You saw the dimples first and then you heard the accent.

"I like your American smile."

Scaramouche grinned back at you when you complimented him. He offered you a hand after you two got out of the pub.

"We can go driving in, on my scooter. Uh, you know, just riding in London."

They said home was where the heart was, but God, you loved the English.