(I was hoping that's what you meant.) Michael *Takes a seat on his bed and quietly listens to Ask by The Smiths.* Do you want a beer?
Alana: "Yah, if you wouldn't mind!" She sits next to him and puts her bag by her feet, and brushes her light blonde hair off her face. "It is cold outside..."
Michael *Gets up and walks over to his mini fridge and takes out a beer, and chucks a beer to her.* That's our typical English summer.
Alana: Catches the beer. "Aah. It's actually warmer in Sweden, but only during June. Then it gets colder."
Michael *Nods along. Takes out his Smiths tape and puts in a Bob Marley tape. Picks up his ash tray and walks back over to the bed and sits down on the edge. Takes out a roll he made himself earlier and lights it; places it between his lips and sits back.* Why'd you move to England then?
Alana: "Faader's business." She takes a sip of her beer. "But mostly because I wanted to see London!"
Alana: "I know. So we go every summer. When dere's time." She kicks her bulky boots off and brings her knees to her chest on Michael's bed.