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    “ Yes, we’ll take two coffees with milk please,” he tells her than glances at me with a raised eyebrow.
    “ Yes, thank you,” I nod, keeping my eyes on him as she walks away.
    “ As I told you, they have the best English breakfast here but looking you over I’m not sure you can handle it,” he smirks. I can’t help but grin like an idiot, he said he looked me over. Yes, I am in trouble.
    “ What do you mean I can’t handle it? What is it exactly?” I ask, feeling like a tourist.
    “ It’s two eggs, beans, toast with jam and a couple of bangers with mash and a side of black pudding,” he laughs as my face turns pale. My stomach actually flipped a little at his description.
    “ Right, no, you go ahead though,” I reply looking down at his waist then back up. The man is solid, I’m sure he has abs of steel. I would really be surprised if he could eat that much in one sitting. Reading through the menu again, I settle on a simple order of scrambled eggs and toast. It looks safe enough. I have no idea what the mash is or the black pudding and I’m not feeling especially brave this morning.
    When the waitress leaves after taking our order a quietness settles between us. I take a sip of my coffee and place it back down, he does the same. His gaze sears my cheeks, he’s following my every movement, searching my eyes for something, almost as though he’s waiting for me to recognize him. He seems to be waiting for me to say something. My fingers tap the table, an uneasiness beginning to creep over me. I wish he would tell me what he thinks he wants to hear.
    “ So where are you from Eden Daniels?” he asks, breaking the building tension. I like the way he says my name, Eee-dan. I smile as I say it over in my head.
    “ Los Angeles is where I live most of the year, it’s where I grew up and went to school,” I inform him. He raises his eyebrows as if questioning my answer.
    "You were born in Los Angeles then? Went to elementary and middle school there?" he asks, watching me closely. He couldn't possibly know that I can't honestly answer that question so I just nod and sip my coffee. He seems almost as confused as I am.
    “ You said most of the year, where else do you live?” he asks, changing the subject from my past and the sudden awkwardness.
    “ I’m in my third year at Harvard, so Boston has become my second home and I actually do a lot of traveling too,” I inform him. I guess I just want him to know more about me. He nods his head, seeming pleased with my answer this time.
    “ What are you studying at Harvard?” he asks, continuing his interrogation when our orders are placed in front of us. I gasp, laughing at the all the food in front of him.
    “ Please tell me you are not going to eat all that?” I ask, shocked.
    “ I am a growing boy, I need my protein to build muscles,” he laughs.
    “ Ok, fine eat the protein but please don’t eat that pile of, of...whatever that is,” I say, pointing at the mash.
    “ I have to eat the mash, it’s disrespectful to the chef if I don’t,” he says almost so gravely I think he’s serious till a grin creeps across his face.
    “ So, answer the question, what are you studying at Harvard?”
    “ Law,” I answer, taking a bite of my toast. He looks shocked as he stares at me, his fork halting mid air.
    “ What, you look surprised, should I be insulted by your reaction?” I ask.
    “ No, of course not, I’m impressed. That’s great, it’s just that I’ve actually graduated from Oxford with a degree in law myself,” he mentions, taking a bite while I digest his revelation.
    “ Wow, interesting. So are you practicing now then?” I ask.
    “ Yes, you could say that. I also have a few businesses just getting off the ground so my work is all rather contract-based,” he tells me. I decide I won’t dig into his professional life. It’s his personal life I’m more interested in anyway. I know he wouldn’t confess to having a girlfriend or