[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Grand Continetal Hotel [/center][hr]

[Color=DF0101]"Where is..."[/color] Haakon's words floated quietly out from between his lips, his eyebrows suddenly raised upon his forehead. It wasn't often that Josephine was in the mood of talkin about [b]him[/b] and his life, and Haakon hadn't been minding it all that much, it was Jo who was the movie star after all. But where he came from? If there was one thing Haakon had been certain of, that was that Josephine knew [i]where[/i] he came from. And she didn't remember? Or didn't she care?

Haakon regain his composure, once again placing that friendly smile upon his face. No, he wasn't going to let this get to him, she surely knew him well enough by now to know where he came from. Surely she was just tired, surely. [Color=DF0101]"Norway, of course Jo. A small but tall land far north, just above Germany and west of Russia. But it's nothing like you home, and certainly not nearly as fun."[/color] Haakon said jokingly to Josephine as he led them to the hotel's bar. [Color=DF0101]"One Cassis de Dijon, please. Or any other French liquor if you must. And whatever this lovely lady wishes, I'll pay."[/color] Haakon quietly cursed himself for saying those words; he had spent a whole lot of money on their dinner earlier that day. But she did look spectaculer tonight, so did he really mind? 

[Color=DF0101]"You don't often ask of my home, but anything in particular you'd like to know, Jo?"[/color]