American Monologue

Once Jenny got her coffee she waited for her brother. Ten minutes behind, as usual. Jenny was people watching, as she does in the city, when an old stagecoach showed up. The red color of it surprised Jenny, the wooden wheels creaking as it stopped. The driver pet the two horses carrying it and waited for the passenger to get out. They must be doing tours of the city in the coaches now, interesting. Jenny thought. Caught up in her thoughts, she forgot about her coffee. She took a sip, her tongue scolding from the heat. Wincing in pain of the burn, she grabbed her tongue. “Are you okay, madame?” A young man dressed in clothes that made him look like royalty stepped out of the stagecoach carefully. “The confused expression on your face must mean I am in the wrong part of the city. This is 4th Avenue, correct?” The man spoke in an old English accent. …show more content…
Yes, this is 4th Avenue.” Jenny held back a giggle answering his question. “I am not sure I understand the joke. This is my day wear. I would never wear this for my job.” The man had a genuine look of seriousness on his face, and Jenny wondered why he looked as though he could be a prince. “Oh, I’m sorry. Can I help you with anything? I’ve been in the city my whole life.” “My mission is to find a,” he paused to pull a small paper from inside his coat. “Jennifer Bennett?” Jenny was shocked, to say the least. “You found her. I am Jennifer Bennett.” The young man stepped back, looking her up and down, almost inspecting her. He sighed of pleasure. “Well you are more beautiful than I expected. When father sent me to find you, I figured Jennifer Bennett would be an ugly hag. You are definitely not an ugly hag.” They both shared a