An American In London S1

Chapter 43: The Project

(Finley POV)

I cough into my elbow as I get off the tube and run through the station. It was almost six thirty and I just wanted to get this project over and done with. I can taste the blood, but ignore it as I keep walking down the street.

 There was the smell of fresh bread coming from a bakery at the corner of the sidewalk.

 I look at my phone, which notifies me that I made it, but when I look around there's next to nothing. Only a few houses, this Italian pastry shop, and some small metal working place across the street.

 I look at the time. It was it was 19:00 on the dot. I ducked into the small bakery and there looked to be a girl around my age working at the counter. It wasn't busy so I decided to just ask. People in London are usually friendly unless you're American. 

"Can I help you?" She smiles. She was very pretty and if I wasn't busy looking for this pervert I would have gone for it.

 "Ciao Bella, would you happen to know where I can find a guy named Lei?" I ask and she raises an eyebrow.

 "You know Lei?" She asks, great this was probably a side girl of his or something.

 "Yeah from school, do you know where I can find him?" I ask again and she points across the street. 

"You can find him in his metal fabrication shop." She says and I thank her. Turning back to the door and walking across the street.

 A man comes out in blue jean jacket, a thick yellow leather apron with a welding helmet and blue leather gloves. He's holding a smoking piece of metal with pliers and tosses the metal into a dumpster before turning to me and flipping up the hood.

(Introducing Theo James as Lei (Would need red hair thou) lol)

"But ancient Greece brought Philosophy and art! How could you possibly like Rome better?"

 I complain as I list the reasons of a small tablet. He continues welding a piece of pipe and stops to flip up is hood and examine his work. It was a small welding shop he owned with his brother, but it was just the two of us since Lei had to work after hours on some pipe project. I was sitting on the edge of the welding table, trying to keep away from the sparks which were terrifying and enticing at the same time. 

"But Rome had architecture and technology that was unheard of at that point," Lei says in that deep sexy British voice as he looks at the blueprint spread across the table and marks it with a pencil.

 "How are arches and sewers better than Socrates!?" I grumble and he laughs, taking off his helmet and wiping the sweat from his brow.

 "Fine, then you can write about Greece and I'll do Rome." He says and takes off his apron and lays it on the table.

 "That's not the fucking point. You gotta work with me here Lei," I look down at the tablet to see the slideshow our tutor provided. 

"I'll only work with you if you work with me," I see a hand on my thigh and look up to see Lei right in front of me just inches away from my face. I jump back and look around for something to hit him with. He laughs and pulls away from me. 

"Sorry, we don't keep Japanese dictionaries in the shop." He says and sits down next to me. 

"I hit you with a Japanese dictionary?" I ask, wincing at the thought.

 "Fifth edition to be exact," he says and holds his cheek as if he's remembering the pain while I laugh my ass off. 

"Again no one told you to be a pervert," I remind him as he picks up his boot and ties the laces. 

"No one told you to wake me up," he winks and I roll my eyes, looking around the empty shop, humming with machinery in the background.

 "How many other girls do you bring here?" I ask out of curiosity.

 "Not one. Unlike you, I don't fuck everything that moves." He says and I crack my knuckles. 

"Ah, my reputation already precedes me." I sigh. I was kind of getting kind of tired of these late night affairs that go without meaning.

 "I feel like you're lying though," I say and he suddenly stands up, walking over to the tool bench and taking off his jean jacket. 

"Have you heard my name before we had class together?" He asks and I think for a minute. But it was so hard to think when he was standing in front of me with his arms crossed in only jeans and a white tank top and all those beautiful muscles of his popping out, looking like the finest man I had ever seen. 

Wait what?

 Why am I thinking like this? 

I forget to respond.

"Exactly, I heard the name Grayson the moment I got back to campus." He says and comes closer to me. His eyes were so intense, my heart started to pound in my chest. 

I could feel my hands starting to heat up. Whenever my emotions were too strong my power starts to come out as a defense mechanism. It's also why I was such a good player. I had no other choice. 

"Well I'm not the only Grayson, How do you know it's not my cousin Marius?" I ask and he suddenly puts his hands on my hips and pulls me close.

 "Because there's only one Finley and he's standing right in front of me." He says and kisses me. 

***Rip Finley 2141

Fun Author Fact: I trained to be a Welder for four years then gave it up to go to school to be a teacher in New York. And now I'm in England. 

Wooo alright Lei and Fin Ship names? Lmao