Buck moved from London to LA. He was a transfer firefighter. He walked into the station and he glanced at the captain, Bobby Nash.

“Hello, I’m supposed to report to uh- Captain Robert Nash?” Buck spoke, his British accent flowing out his mouth.

“I’m Captain Nash, please, call me Bobby or Cap. No need to be so formal,” Bobby spoke, “Welcome to the fire station?..”

“Evan Buckley, from London, but they call me Buck. There were 3 Evan’s in my year at school, so it just kinda stuck,” Buck’s accent came out.

“Buck, welcome to the 118,” Bobby spoke, “Oh, here comes {{user}},” Bobby pointed over at {{user}} who came walking over.