"Ma'am, you've got to wake up now. We have arrived at your flat"
I opened my eyes to see my very large and bearded driver speaking to me. I sat up and banged my head on the ceiling of the car. "Shit sorry" I half-yelled. "That's alright miss, I assume it's been a long day for you." he speaks in a thick English accent but I can still understand him. So I nod and ask him how much I have to pay. He insists that I pay him nothing because of my "long travels". So I get out of the car and he grabs my bags from the trunk and wishes me a nice time in England.
I entered the old building and picked up my key from the man waiting to give it to me. He was the owner of the building. He shortly explained when rent was due and all those other "first flat things". I walked up a few flights of stairs to my door. It was a sea-foam green with "8" engraved in (obviously fake) gold. There was one other door on the same floor "9". I wondered who lived there. Maybe someone who's really rich and they only are renting that place to "see what low-maintenance life is like". Or they just got kicked out of their other place and they had to quickly move into this one.
Realizing that I was still awkwardly standing there, I opened the door. Walking into the flat it looks decent. I had only seen pictures online so I wasn't too familiar with the space. It was overwhelmingly cold but I managed to throw on a sweatshirt. There was a mattress in my room along with a small lamp. (My dad had some people put those in there).
The next few hours of my time were spent unpacking what I had brought on the plane. Just some clothes and toiletries. My dad had given me some money to buy food and some more "house things". So I looked up online where I could buy some groceries and found a place in walking distance.
It was still raining so I put in a jacket and walked outside. The cobblestone road was starting to flood a bit so the number of cars I encountered was slowly decreasing. That made it easier to cross these streets to the marketplace.
When I arrived, I browsed around. Later I found myself in the fruit and vegetable section when I saw this man. He had on jeans, shoes and a jacket with a long sleeved shirt underneath. All dressed in black, he intrigued me.

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i'll try to save you//dan smith
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