“You sound like a California surfer. That’s not how Americanstalk.”
“We’re like so glad you’re here,” Heath said in a similar accent. “Really, it’s so awesome that like, you could take time from surfing and shopping at the mall to hang withus.”
“Literally nobody in America talks like that.” Rafe drank his Midorisour.
“Yeah, like really guys. Like oh my god. Seriously,” Louisa said in a pitch-perfect Kardashianvoice.
“Nobody talks like…not everyone talks likethat.”
“What’re you talking about, dude?” Eamonn did not give up the surfer accent, not when it was causing Rafe to become adorablyflustered.
“You can stopnow.”
“Stop what? I need to buy a hot dog and work on my tan,man.”
“Two can play this game.” Rafe quirked an eyebrow at Eamonn and cleared his throat. “Oh, look at me, old chap. I’m British, mate, and I love shepherd’s pie. It’s time to go on holiday at Piccidilly Circus and hang out with the Queen andGovna’.”
“I’m confused. What accent was that?” Louisa couldn’t hold back hysterical laughter. Eamonn and Heath joinedin.
“British!”
“Are you sure?” Eamonn traded looks with their flatmates. “Because it sounded like a cat getting a prostateexam.”
