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A Small Favour
Ianto looked up from his coffee.
"Yes?"
A brunette walked into the tourist shop.
"Uh, hi…" She muttered in a soft drawling accent.
Ianto put down his cup and stepped closer to the desk.
"Can I help you? Do you need help finding a place?"
The strange young woman shook her head, her hair falling softly over her shoulders.
"No, I think I found the place."
Ianto cocked his head to the side, confused. It was a strange accent she had, not from any where in Britain, certainly not Cardiff. It was familiar, and yet so exotic.
"Well, can I do anything for you?"
Again she shook her head.
"No." A tiny smile spread across her face. "You already have."
"Sorry?"
"Maybe you could help me," her smile disappeared as she edged closer to the desk. She leaned over the counter slightly, her coat that was too light for Cardiff weather falling open slightly.
"Could uhm, you please," her cheeks turned red, to embarrassed to continue. She breathed in slightly as she tried to speak again. Inaudible words escaped her lips.
"Sorry? I didn't quite catch that."
He was getting irritated. She was probably one of those girls that chased Jack around all day, interrupting them.
"Well, could you please do me a favour?"
Ianto froze. A thousand thoughts flew through his head as he imagined what it could be. He mumbled an incoherent response.
"Could you please read this out?" She handed him a piece of paper.
He picked it up and read.
"Splot?"
