Getting on the public transportation, you head to one of the few empty seats left and flipped through the pages of your book. Absorbed into it as if you were in the world it told you about, you had failed to notice the Englishman from before had gotten on a few stops later. You looked up to see he was tapping your shoulder.
     "Would you mind if I sat here? " He asked you, and you looked around to see not too many other seats were open.
     "Sure, why not?" You looked back down to your book again only to realize you lost your place on the page, so you decided to bookmark it and save it for later, when you were at home. Looking over at the Englishman, you then realized he was the guy  you saw arguing to his friends about a few bakery items.
     "Thanks, love." Sitting next to you, he seemed completely different to the way he was before, much more like a gentleman. Looking out of the window to make it not seem as if you were staring at him, you watched as the buildings moved past as the bus moved forward. Becoming a tad awkward and feeling your need for an actual conversation, you decided to make small talk, only for him to beat you to it.
     "Quite a nice day out, even if it is a bit more foggy than usual. What book were you reading?"
     "Oh, just (book name). It's actually quite good, so I got myself two copies. It's my sister's birthday in a week, so I thought I'd get her something nice."
     "Ah yes, that is a good book. I read it every now and then." You noticed something familiar about him, you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Yes you had just seen him a bit ago, but you felt like you had known him almost the entire time you were in England, but not knowing a thing about him. It was comforting to you in a way.
     "Well don't spoil anything for me, no one likes a spoiler." Joking around made the conversation must have lighter, and you both laughed, even if it was just a tiny bit.
     "I have to agree on that, it ruins the suspense the story gives you." Talking for about an hour, you saw the familiar place just around the corner from your  home. Getting up and off of the bus, you gave a small wave to the man you were talking with.
     "I didn't even get his name," You whispered to yourself, walking home.
     Getting to your front door, you entered your home and locked the door behind you. There was no mail. You wrapped up your sisters gifts, the  book, a card, and a 50$ check, and put it all in a small gift bag. Taking it to your room, you placed it on your dresser, and glanced outside to see it had began to rain. Of course it was, it's England, what do you expect?