<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Chez Antoinette | Lunch with Matilda</strong></div><br/>Nodding and the like in turn, Shawn listened intently to her response; he took in every nuance to her words. Admittedly, Shawn didn’t know the rules of acting and such but he was sure he had heard quite a few accents both on stage and in films. Why was it needed for her to change her accent and learn to speak like “an American” when this was one of her most interesting of qualities. In fact, Shawn couldn’t help but shake his head at the fact she needed to work on her accent. “Your accent is part of the package, dear.”<br/><br/>But when the questions came to him, and his life, it was a totally different story. Shawn thought for a quick moment, if he should dodge the answer. He thought what the best way to tell her he not the most legal of ties when it came to his money, though used the same semi-lie he’d used in the past.  “I work with a number of individuals who use my services to import and export.” Shawn took a careful and calm bite of his foot, sipping lightly at his soup then taking a small bite of his ruffage. “And I was born, right here, in this city. Traveled for awhile, did a few things, but this has always been home.”<br/><br/>“I have even been to those portions of Europe.” Shawn gave a slight wink, “A guilty pleasure.” Those words were to hint Matilda was very much his type.