"Please tell me you come here more frequently than you go to see the palace?" Jenn spun in a slow circle, taking in the sight.
Everything from paintings to statues to musical instruments hung up on the walls or remained protected underneath the glass.
William grinned. "I do. I come here whenever I need a break from life or when I'm lacking creativity."
"Good." Jenn said. "It would be a shame if you never came to see this. All this history and artistry..." Jenn trailed off as they neared the front doors.
"You ready to go?"
She gave one last look at the domed ceiling. "I think you'll have to drag me out of here."
He hesitantly placed a hand around her waist, unsure if it was appropriate.
Jenn didn't mind it at all. In fact, it was taking all her energy to not lean in towards it.
"How about we get some food and have an impromptu picnic in St. James' park?" William said as he gently guided her towards the doors.
Jenn broke her gaze from the museum and smiled at William. "I'd love that."
They ended up getting some fish and chips – William trying to give her a true British vacation – and found a bench by the water.
"What would be a regular day for you back in Canada?"
Jenn took a bite of her fish. "Well, during the week it's mainly school and homework. On Saturdays, I go to this music café called Le Café Noir. They have unlimited amount of music and all you need to do is bring headphones and plug them in to these devices on the tables and choose whatever song you fancy." Jenn tried explaining. "I love going there and just drinking a coffee and listening to music."
"What sort of music do you listen too?"
"Mostly indie and alternative music, but I'm open to anything."
William nodded. "I kind of want to see it now. Sounds intriguing."
"Well, if you're ever in town, I'll show it to you."
William smiled. "I'll hold you to that."
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