“I'm Jason,” he said.
“And I'm Graeme,” said the curly-haired bloke. “You're English, aren't you?”
“Only been here 4 days.”
“You studying or an immigrant or what?”
“Just a temporary visitor. Six-months visa. But I'd like to stay if I could.”
“Like half the world. Well, if you need help, I know some immigration lawyers.”
“That would be handy. Give me your phone number, if you wouldn't mind.”
“Nah. I'd be glad. I suppose you don't have a mobile, not having been here more than a few days.” He rooted around in his backpack until he found a notebook and pen.
“No, I haven't got a mobile yet. But you can contact me at The Lord Grey. I have a job there.”
“What did you do in England?”
“Oh. I was a student at Oxford.”