𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 | ᵈᵃᵐⁱᵃⁿᵒ ᵈᵃᵛⁱᵈ

7.

𝚁𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚖, 𝙽𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜

The next morning came quicker than anticipated. I was woken up by a text from Ella saying that she wanted to explore the city today. Which would be fine if the message hadn't been send at 6 bloody am.

Don't ask my why she would be awake at such an ungodly hour, I couldn't answer that question for the life of me. I guess she's just built different.

I dressed really casual today, some black leggings, a white shirt and a knit cardigan on top.

It was just one of those days were I didn't feel like doing anything edgy or different. Judging by the outfits my bandmates put on that morning they felt the exact same way.

Ella was sitting at breakfast with her hand supporting her head. She wore black sweats with a white top and looked ready to fall asleep at any given moment. Casey didn't look much better, the boy had his head on table cushioned by his arms. He looked adorable with his oversized sweater and messy hair.

"Morning, you guys want coffee?" I stood behind Casey, racking my fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp, making him moan in appreciation.

"Yes please. You're a life saver." my sister mumbled sleepily. I tried to take my hand away from his hair to get to the buffet table when the boy grabbed my wrist and muttered in protest something along the lines of 'why would you stop? This is absolutely horrible.'

"I'll be right back sweetie and then you'll get all the head scratches you want alright?" I tried to bargain with the sleepy boy. "Promise?" He looked up at me with big eyes.

"Pinky Promise!" I replied while walking backwards to the buffet.

I prepared three large black coffee's and filled a plate with some fruits. Non of us were big on breakfast but I knew we should at least try to eat something before exploring Rotterdam.

Balancing the filled tray back to the table was a challenge. I nearly crashed into Victoria while trying to avoid being slapped by TIX, who was wildly gesticulating while talking to his crew.

Finally back at the table, I distributed the mugs and sat down besides Case to continue the promised head massage.

Ella took a sip of her drink and pulled a disgusted face.

"That bad?" I asked while taking a sip of my own instantly regretting my decision. "That is horrendous! How can they fuck up coffee that bad?"

"I'll give them props for creativity they made it taste, burned, bitter and watered down all at the same time." Ella joked.

"I don't think it's that bad honestly." Casey tried to defend the atrocious drink.

"Casey be honest. Are they paying you to say this?" I asked mildly concerned for his mental well being.

"Shut up I'm just not as picky as you guys. Coffee snobs!" He muttered in his cup clearly embarrassed.

"Let's just go to a local Coffee shop and get some there?" Ella tried to mediate before Casey and I could start another fight about the importance of good coffee.

After clearing the table we left the breakfast area. Probably a really strange sight. 3 young adults, in sweats, bickering over coffee for like 5 minutes and then just leaving without eating anything.

Ella asked the concierge for a good cafe nearby and he pointed us in the direction of a small place in a little alley not far from here. Telling us that it had the best coffee and sandwiches in town.

The Cafe was small with huge windows and comfy beanbag chairs around little tables. We all ordered something to eat and drink and sat down just enjoying the atmosphere. It was relaxing being in a city were no one knows you, you could do whatever you wanted because it wouldn't matter in a few weeks anyway.

My sister was slouched in her beanbag chair texting someone so I took the opportunity and snapped a quick pic for our bands IG Account. We had neglected the site a bit in the last few weeks so I thought why not give our fans a little something. 

We haven't really interacted with our supporters irl in a while so why not give the local once a chance of meeting us.