Chương 89: Chapter 89

"Do you have any idea how old you are?" Marc asked the question in French, just to see how easily the nameless woman responded.

"Non." She didn't even seem to notice the switch, just replied in the same language. Her accent was neither Quebecois nor Parisian but he couldn't tell any more than that.

"Does French feel more comfortable than English?" He flipped the steaks.

She paused, scrunching her eyebrows over her nose. "No."

"How about Italian?" He hoped not. That wasn't one of his better languages. "Or Greek?"

This time she just shook her head. "All four seem sort of equal, I suppose. Like I'm used to switching back and forth on a regular basis."