"Sorry, where are you come from?" asked the man in the Lacoste cap, suddenly materialising at the bar. "My English not good," he apologised as the only pair of single girls in the whole place scraped back their stools and got ready to leave. "You live here? But this is not possible. Odessa is a Russian city, nobody speaks English." I zoned in and out, made the occasional comment, but left most of the talking to my friend. "London is smog?" "Not really, not anymore." "What is your money from job?" "Erm..." "Secret?" "Yes, secret."
He stuck around for five minutes, then left to join his friends. "Could have been worse," my mate summed up. "I thought it was going to be another one of those TEFL conversations."
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