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The whistle had caught his attention merely because of how loud it had been. Louder than the girl had probably thought, given the fact that his hearing was keener than the normal human. Spencer’s head tilted, expecting to see someone waving down a taxi. But no, that wasn’t the case. Instead he found a blonde woman sitting at a café table not too far away. For some reason she was waving at him. He glanced around, trying to see if anyone else was around that might have been the focus of her attention. Everyone else was still walking, passing by without notice. Returning his attention to the woman, he found her still waving and beckoning him over. What in the world? ”Wot?” he asked back, confused by her question. How long had she been watching him to know that he was looking for something? It was sort of odd, wasn’t it?
Spencer slowly approached her, wondering whether or not it was a good idea. Probably not. ”Talk? About what?” She was certainly a curious one, wasn’t she? Maybe a bit took trusting too since she was inviting a total stranger to sit with her. It was out in public sight though. She clearly felt safe, and comfortable. Like a skeptical cat, he slowly slid into the chair across from her and listened to her introduction. ”Look new? Okay, I can’t even argue that because the accent will just give it away anyways,” he sighed out. No use in arguing when his thick British accent just screamed that he was from another country. Plus he had been aimlessly wandering and watching people. She – Lucy – probably had a point.
”Names Spencer,” he conceded and held his hand out to her. ”Do you always sit at cafes and people watch or am I just a special case?” He asked, laughing softly. ”I just moved here a few weeks ago. It’s a big city. I’m still trying to find my footing here. It’s much different than London..” He glanced back out towards the street, watching as people passed by. ”Did you grow up here?” Maybe he could use this to his advantage somehow? Spencer glanced back over a few seconds later, making sure she knew she had his full attention. It was the least he could do since she had invited him over, right? He may be a lot of things but he tried not to be rude if it could be helped.
"I'm no stranger to the different types of people on the streets," he told her with another laugh. He was one of those people. Having grown up working poor unsuspecting people out of their money he knew exactly what to look for. Lucy was just trying to help a stranger out and he could appreciate that even if it made her look a little naive since she was talking to one of those people she was trying to warn him about. "But thanks for the heads up. I'll keep that in mind." New York was no different than London, he was finding. The same types of people wandered the streets it just felt faster paced in New York. There was certainly more people on the streets here too which was a good thing in his eyes.
A scoff escaped the blonde when she jokingly asked how much was in his wallet. Not much, honestly. "I wouldn't be worth robbing," he answered her. There was small pocket change and that was it. "But good luck to anyone that tries to." Pickpocketing Spencer was a challenge in itself. The Lost Boys had tried, countless times. They'd even made a game out of it but none of them had ever beaten him. His reflexes and intution were too superior to theirs. Spencer leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. Since it seemed he'd be here for a conversation he figured he might as well get comfortable. "Staten Island, currently." In a shitty little apartment with little belongings. He would find his footing, eventually. That hope was the only thing left he had to keep him going. "This is my first time out over this way. Coney Island..it looks like a really interesting place. Weird name, though."