"Well, I was just hoping that, for at least the time being, I could actually avoid thinking about him for once. Pining over him, actually." He played with the stem of his now empty wine glass. "Well, America is very big, and most of the people who live there have ancestors from other countries, so we eat lots of different things. I guess when people think of American food, they think of hamburgers--that's a ground meat patty on a bun--and hot dogs--cheap sausages on a bun; you really don't want to think about how they make them--and things like that. Really unhealthy stuff." He laughed. "Let me see, how do Americans dress? Well, almost every man dresses like this for nicer occasions, although that goes for most of the world, not just America. For more casual things, it really depends, and I don't think I'll do it justice. And, um, most Americans kind of sound like me. There are different accents in different places, though. I just have a pretty neutral one.
"As for my friends, well, Maya has been my best friend for years. She's studying to be a doctor, and could probably try to not be as stressed, although I'd never tell her that. And Veronica, she's a journalism student, and one of the most energetic people I've ever met. Then there's Caleb, who wants to be a science teacher, and now he's Maya's boyfriend. He's incredibly calm, but the two of them used to fight all the time until the rest of us convinced them to admit their feelings for each other." He smiled at the memory, which also let him stall a little before... "And then there's Roman. He's a violinist, and he's just..." He sighed. "Well, I might as well admit that he's the one I was talking about before."