❝i mean… you are french right? if not you sound like it!❞
arnette couldn’t help but to laugh- only a small drunken chuckle- at how confused she looked. surely she did realize it was obvious she was from france? or maybe it was just that arnette recognized her accent as not american right away.
❝my name’s arnette. what lovely mademoiselle do i have the honor of talking to?❞
“ hɑlf french. ”
it wɑsn’t often noticed thɑt she wɑsn't ɑ full blooded ɑmericɑn; she wɑs brought up in bellevue with ɑmericɑn people ɑnd ɑmericɑn ɑccents, with the exclusion of her mother.