My heart beats for you.

Would you like help?

After we had finished our drinks, we left Starbucks.
"Thank you!" I shouted as we walked through the door to leave.
"Would you like help home?" Wanda asked.

"I mean, I don't need help, but of you want to like I don't mind hunny." I said grinning.
"Ok then I'll walk you," Wanda grinned, her voice thick with some kind of foreign accent.
"Sorry, your accent, I've only ever heard it once before, even then, it was only vaguely, where are you from?" I asked, curious.
"I was originally from Sokovia. A place between Slovakia and the Czech Republic." She answered shyly.
"It sounds nice. The last person I heard it from was a big party of my life. I only meet him once." I said, suddenly going dismal.
She said nothing, but walked besides me nonetheless.