[ Initially, Freddie's fairly sure that she's referring to bounds of countries or states or provinces that no longer exist by 2025— or maybe he's just that ignorant as to the smaller subdivisions of China. It's a huge country and he's never been, so it's entirely possible—but those names don't seem to follow the pattern hers does, or the pattern of names like Guangdong and Tienanmen and Wuhan. But then she throws out Russia, and it throws him for one hell of a loop. ]
No, I'm American. Well— I'm American, my dad's Québécois. And you? ...And—what year is it for you?
[ He has to know, and in hindsight, it's kind of weird that he didn't think to ask that sooner, because it's probably informing a great many things about how she's reacting to this situation, how she's perceiving the environment they've fallen into—and he finds he wants to know these things, finds himself desperately, uncharacteristically curious in a way he wouldn't be when chatting up an analogous woman on Tinder (or Hinge, or Bumble, or OKCupid). Something about this place. ]
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No, I'm American. Well— I'm American, my dad's Québécois. And you? ...And—what year is it for you?
[ He has to know, and in hindsight, it's kind of weird that he didn't think to ask that sooner, because it's probably informing a great many things about how she's reacting to this situation, how she's perceiving the environment they've fallen into—and he finds he wants to know these things, finds himself desperately, uncharacteristically curious in a way he wouldn't be when chatting up an analogous woman on Tinder (or Hinge, or Bumble, or OKCupid). Something about this place. ]