"Excuse me? I am sorry to interrupt but are you the secretaries of Juliet?" A tall, blond man entered the room. The good humour of the room was soon replaced by awkward silence. The man was formally dressed and spoke with a clear, British accent. Here was a man, entering an area full of women and to ask about a topic generally known only by women.

Maria answered: "Yes, that's us."

"Great. "Then who, may I ask, wrote this letter to my grandmother, Claire smith?"

Sophie smiled. It was like magic! "I wrote that and I can't believe it found you."

"Yes, we Brits, tend to stay in our family home, said the man with pure English sarcasm.

Sophie went on, ignoring the sarcasm. "Yes, it is amazing. It's less than a week since I mailed it." The man nodded, apparently not as enthusiastic as she.

"It was a very thoughtful letter," admitted he. He stopped and changed expression. "Now, what were you thinking?" asked angrily.

"I was thinking that she deserved an answer, " said Sophie with calm. She quickly understood that this man was not rejoiced in her letter.

"Yeah fifty years ago maybe, not now!" shouted the man.

" I am sorry, I didn't know true love had an expiration date, " said Sophie coldly. She was irritated now. What was he doing? Coming her and shouting at her?

He laughed dryly. "True love? Are you joking?" He was obviously amused at the idea. Cold, British men, she thought. This only added to her stereotypes of British men. "Do you imagine of what would happened if she hadn't seen sense?"

"Well yeah you wouldn't be here and that would have been an upside." Sophie had enough. Why was she arguing with the grandson when she was supposed to speak with the grandmother?

"What are you doing here anyway? What, Are you some lonely American girl, who has to live vicariously trough others?"

"I am not lonely, I am engaged."

"Uhm, my condolences to the groom." And so, he left. She was extremely irritated by now. Did he think he had just to leave her like that? Did he come all the way from England to scream at her, lecture her about…about what? That true love was nonsense or that she was an American girl? He left the room and she decided to follow him. She was not finished with him. He walked with angry steps out of the restaurant.

"Excuse me? So that's it! You have come all the way from London to give me a lecture?"

"No I came, because I couldn't let my grandmother comes her of her own," said he over his shoulder with slowing his steps or showing any signs of stopping.

Sophie was amazed. "Claire is here. Why?" she asked.

" I think even you might be able to work that one out," said he again without stopping. He clearly thought this conversation was over and that any delay would be a waste of time.

Sophie still couldn't believe it. Claire was here! For Lorenzo! "Oh my god, that's awesome! She's come to find her Lorenzo!" Now he stopped, more annoyed than he looked before.

"Awesome?" Sophie smiled in delight. The man smiled too and Sophie thought he was softened. But no. "But if Lorenzo doesn't want to see her, has forgotten, is gravely ill or dead, let's say, just for fun, then what?" Ah. She hadn't thought of that. He took an arrogant air. "Thought so," said he with arrogance, like he knew everything. And again, he started to leave.

"I want to meet her. I'd like to meet Claire." At least, thought Sophie, she could help her.

" And I want to play for Manchester United but I am shit at football."

"You don't think she would like to meet me?" Sophie thought that if the grandmother was as arrogant as her grandson then she would be disappointed but she had to take a chance.

" I honestly think she has no interest meeting a woman that can manage to jam "Oh my god" and "awesome" into the same sentence." And again, he left the place with the last word. Sophie sighed in irritation. She really wanted to meet Claire but if that meant that she had talk to the grandson again, she didn't know if it was worth the risk. But her desire to meet Claire took over her irritation on the grandson. She decided to follow him and to see where he was heading. With luck, he was going to his grandmother and then she would introduce herself.