"It's better than where I lived." Emma muttered before looking at the boy who joined them. The boy spoke flirtatiously in Italian why smiling at her. She knew the basics of Italian and French from when her father made her learn so she knew what he said. This caused her too look away. "You don't need to lie." She told him seriously, not looking at him. She knew she was the opposite of that and she wished he wouldn't say stuff like that because it made her feel like he was saying that to set her up for a put down like most guys she knew had done.