"Yeah, they managed to enroll me." Jackson responded when Patricia asked him her question.<br/><br/>When they sat down in the cafe, he pulled out his wallet and stood up once again. "Don't worry. It's on me." He smiled, wanting to thank her for helping him today. He walked over to the counter to order for the pair of them. He struggled for a minute, flicking between the notes and change in his wallet and trying to figure out the appropriate change to give the barista. He'd not been in the States long and he still found their currency confusing.<br/><br/>The man headed back to the table, offering his wallet to her as his cheeks flushed red. "Can you help me? I can't figure out the right change." He admitted, clearing his throat with embarrassment.<br/><br/>He was often quite stubborn. Jackson didn't like asking for help unless he really needed it. So far, he'd asked his new friend for help twice. Turns out moving away was proving more difficult then he may have thought. He liked it though, it felt refreshing. Maybe Patricia could give him a lesson in USD.