Only in London

Chapter 37: The Café

Chapter 37: The Café

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Kayla's POV

I woke up and looked at the little crack the curtain revealed. The sky was still dark. I groaned, trying to go back to sleep. After tossing around for another minute or two, I realized that I was not going to fall back asleep anytime soon. I threw the covers away from me and sat up, rubbing at my eyes. I looked around the dark room and felt a kind of serenity in the silence of everything although there was the occasional, almost unnoticeable, noise from the streets outside.

I walked towards the window and leaned against it as I closed the curtains behind me so that the moonlight would not wake my mom up and also because I just felt like having a moment alone for myself.

I looked down at the street and found a rugged-looking man in his mid-fifties, walking slowly down the street, a plastic bag in hand. I watched him for a while until he turned a corner and was out of sight. I looked at the coffee shop or café that I noticed when I first got here. I remember telling myself that I would go there someday.

Maybe I should visit it tomorrow, I thought.

Now, the café was obviously closed but their outdoor seats have not been shifted, allowing people to sit and enjoy the scenery even when the café was not open.

Then a figure caught my eye. I didn't realize that there was actually a person in one of those chairs until he or she moved. Looking at the build of the person, I was pretty sure it was a guy. My curiousity made me stay rooted at my spot to see what he was going to do.

However, I found myself rooted to the spot for a completely different reason when I realized who it was.

As he lifted his head from his arms and messed his hair with his hands, I stared wide-eyed in shock.

Ron.

Once I had recovered from the fact that the boy that my eyes were trained on really was Ron, I rushed to my bedside in quick, quiet steps to check the time on my phone. It was one in the morning.

I rushed back to the window just to make sure that he was still there and was not just a figment of my imagination. Without thinking twice, I pulled on a hoodie and grabbed my phone as well as room card before pacing towards the elevator.

I paused for a second to contemplate on whether or not I should tell Shane this. I decided against it, not wanting to wake him up if he was asleep. Plus, I could handle this. It was Ron after all. I've known him since forever.

As I quickly made my way out of the hotel and across the street, I kept my gaze focused on Ron. What is he doing out here? That was the only question running through my head.

I placed a hand on his shoulder when I was close enough. "What in the world do you think you're doing, Ron?"

He turned to me at an annoyingly slow speed and seemed surprised when he saw me. "And what are you doing here, huh? You should just go." He said as he narrowed his eyes at me, trying to look angry.

That was when I noticed the smell of alcohol on his breath.

"Ron, what have you been doing for the past two hours?" I asked slowly, trying to hide the accusation in my tone.

"That doesn't concern you."

"Ron, what the hell! I know you've been drinking. How did you even get a drink, you're not even of legal age." I asked, clearly frustrated that he was trying to push me away when he was clearly in no state to be left alone.