William: Sure, go ahead.
Maggie: Thanks.
William: Can you tell me whether you are American?
Maggie: Yes, I am.
William: Oh, me too. Are you on vacation?
Maggie: No, I’m working here for a few months.
William: You’re kidding – so am I. Do you mind telling me what you do?
Maggie: I work for the National Bank. Pretty boring, huh?
William: Oh, no. I mean, a job’s a job. ... But you like London, right?
Maggie: Er, to be honest, I can’t stand it – especially the weather.
William: Oh yeah, the weather’s terrible. But I love London.
Maggie: How long have you been here?
William: Oh, not long – a few weeks. How about you?
Maggie: The same. What are you doing here?
William: I’m an artist, and I was asked to bring over some of my work to a small gallery just near here. I’ve just had my first exhibition there.
Maggie: Wow – that is impressive.
William: Thanks – so where are you from?
Maggie: I’m from California – Santa Barbara.
William: You’re kidding – so am I! Don’t tell me you went to Rivers High.
Maggie: Yes, I did – but I wasn’t a very good student.
William: Me neither. What year did you graduate?
Maggie: Um, 1989.
William: Oh, that’s weird, me too. Can you tell me if you remember Mrs Jodd?
Maggie: Oh, the math teacher? Sure. She was horrible!
William: She’s my mom.
Maggie: Oh.
