“I’m Riley,” the American said.
“Donato,” his friend said softly with the barest hint of an Italian accent.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Alana Jameson, but everyone calls me Jamie,” Jamie said with an easy smile.
“Angelina,” Angie said feeling a little shy by the focused look Angelo gave her.
“Beautiful names for beautiful women,” Riley said, then laughed as Jamie gave him a look, “sorry that was over-kill, I said I wanted to experience London, but the only who was free was Don here, he’s from Italy –”
“You thought; close enough,” Jamie said with a laugh.
“Don’t judge but I thought since he is European he must know something,”
“That’s not even acceptable.” Jamie said shaking her head.
Riley laughed, “well what can you do? Not every day can be spent at some small pub in Camden listening to Unity Five –”
“I love that band!” Jamie said leaning forward a little.
“So underrated!” Riley and Jamie said together and they launched into a discussion about how great fringe bands were.
“I guess we should leave them,” Angie said taking a quick sip of her drink as she and Donato moved down the bar together.
Angie took another sip from her drink and tried to remember the promise she had made to herself; she took a deep breath and relaxed her posture before she leaned her hip against the bar and looked directly at Donato before engaging him in conversation.
The conversation was a little stilted at first as they asked the preliminary background questions, but it started to flow better after a few moments and Angie realised that it wasn’t because he wasn’t interested, he seemed almost shy of her and usually Angie would laugh of such a notion, but almost thirty minutes into their conversation she caught her reflection in the mirror at the bar, it wasn’t just that her back was straighter and she looked chic in the clothes her friends had picked for her, it was the look in her eyes there was a confidence there that she hadn’t noticed before.