"I live here all my life." Although some people might be ashamed to admit they never left their country Louis was different, he found his country very attractive, it has everything he would ever need so he never wanted to leave it, not even for a travel. He find it hard to adjust in some places he has never been before so he wasn't really fond of travelling anywhere. London, and United Kingdom is just enough for him. "I can help you with that little problem of yours, if you want," he offered smiling, than moved the hair away from his eyes.
Shifting on his chair he gazed up again, and met her glare. "I might." He didn't had any plans for the evening, anyways, and there was no one waiting for him at home, anymore, so he could stay and spend some time in a good company. He watched the way Isobella's locks were bouncing on her shoulders while she walked towards the staff room, and disappeared behind the door. When he couldn't see her anymore he shifted again, this time calling the waitress and ordering a cup of coffee. Unlike most British people, Louis couldn't stand the tea, and drinking it every time his grandma made it, and that would be every single time he payed her a visit, was a real torture for him, but he never rejected her tea offer knowing she likes it, and he would do everything for that overly protective, caring old lady that acted more like his mother than Fleur ever did.
An hour passed faster than he though it would, he was reading a satiric article about dragons in an old number of the Daily Prophet he found dumped on the chair beside him. Even the newspapers were pretty old he enjoyed reading them, especially this article, he found the writer, C. O'Sullivan, according to what is written below the article, rather amusing person with good sense for humor. O'Sullivan even managed to make one boring topic like this quite interesting, very few people could do the same. He lifted his gaze when Isobella's figure appeared in front of him, for an auror, his observation was rather horrible, he should work on that in the future, with that thought he closed the newspapers and return them to the place from where he took them than looked back to Isobella. "I hope the rest of your day at work passed well." Even he could admit that sentence sounded weird, but he could do nothing to undo it being said.