Any normal, sane person, in Jo's opinion, would have mentioned a flat in London the first handful of times she spoke of its cobblestone streets. Holsten had listened to her ramble on and on about London, about Scotland, about every aspect of home (which, she realized suddenly, she missed terribly when abroad) and hadn't once said 'ah, yes! I know of the Beak! I live right near it!' If anything, he intentionally misled her to avoid sharing important details about his life.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. Why was it that those who had more money than they knew what to do with so fake? It was easy to say his perfect suit with its perfect tie wasn't how he saw himself when he had another life to slip into. Perhaps that was what irked her so terribly — he had access that she never would, and instead of doing something with it he threw it away as though it were nothing.
"Yeah, okay. Will that be all, Mr. Falk?" Never before had Jo used his last name to address him, even now it felt wrong on her tongue. "I'll be on my way. Thanks for the drink
She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. Why was it that those who had more money than they knew what to do with so fake? It was easy to say his perfect suit with its perfect tie wasn't how he saw himself when he had another life to slip into. Perhaps that was what irked her so terribly — he had access that she never would, and instead of doing something with it he threw it away as though it were nothing.
"Yeah, okay. Will that be all, Mr. Falk?" Never before had Jo used his last name to address him, even now it felt wrong on her tongue. "I'll be on my way. Thanks for the drink