Take My Hand (Thomas Brodie Sangster)

Part 5 Y/n

I don't know why but I worried about that guy, he stayed in my mind longer than I like to admit but I continued on with my exploring, writing and sketching along the way gathering up small things to add to my journal. By the time my wandering was finished up it was time for dinner so I headed to the dinning hall taking my seat at one of the long communal tables with fresh white table cloths. I looked over the menu with today's choices making my selection of roast beef, sweet corn, gravy and boiled potatoes. Adding the menu to my journal before they could take it away. I found I was sat between a group of men travelling together as a band hoping to play in the jazz clubs of New York, and a family of five heading to California to join the mother's brother on his farm. We all chatted together as we had our dinner, we joked and discussed the whole time and it was so very pleasant and sweet. I even agreed to come see the boys play in New York as soon as they get a gig.
Once dinner was all finished most went down to the bar to dance and drink but I went around the various decks at least the ones I was welcome on, walking around taking in the beauty of it all and to help my dinner go down but after a good while of walking I headed back to my room, I stopped at the toilets first at the end of the corridor of course before locking myself up in my little room, I washed up with the small basin and changed into my nightie having to slowly climb up onto the top bunk tucking myself in for the night.