Bryce let go of Isis’ hand shortly after shaking it, and placed it in his pocket. “New York. Born and raised.” He responded to Isis’ question, keeping up his smile.<br/><br/>Briefly he remembered his home in New York. Not the Penthouse in the city that he was living in, but the mansion up-state that he grew up in. The times that he spent with his family and the servants, although more time was actually spent with his servants. He soon realized that he was starting to get lost in thought, and jumped back into the conversation.<br/><br/>“What about you, Isis?” The young man asked her. “Where are you from?” As he waited for her answer, he saw Curly Brunette making her way over in the corner of his eye. Her sudden introduction drew up a small laugh from him. “Oh, Italian… Bryce.” Harper replied, taking her hand and shaking it. He would have given his last name as well, but he hadn’t heard hers so he felt there was no need. “Oh yes, it’s very charming. I’m just waiting for the rest of them so we can finally head inside.” Bryce explained.