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We stood in silence for a while. None of us had any words, but I managed to speak. "There are many people named Andrea in London so you must have the wrong one," I stated composed while walking away. 

"Williams. Your surname is Williams." He insisted, making me stop. Slowly, I turned around. 

"Who are you?" I asked suspiciously. "You haven't even told me your name." 

"It's Julian. Julian Taylor," he said.  Suddenly, he grabbed my hand. "We need to go now."

"Hey what are you doing? Let go!" I begged, panicking. I couldn't believe it; my gut feeling was right. He was a bad guy after all. "I can't believe it, I'm seriously getting kidnapped in my own house," I sighed in despair.

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Entering the building, the fresh smell of hot coffee combined with scones hit my nose, and it was like heaven. He had taken me to a coffee shop and I was glad because I had never been fond of tea. The coffee shop was small and cozy. It had an old vintage vinyl record in the corner and a clear vase of flowers on the table. 

"There you see? I'm not kidnapping you," he said turning around to look at me amused. "I'm afraid we got off on the wrong foot Andrea. I'll go order coffee while you go find us a table alright?" Not even waiting for me to answer, he turned around and walked away. I found us a table by a window with violet curtains and sat to wait for him. A few minutes later he came back with a cappuccino, caramel macchiato, and a few scones with butter and jam. 

"Thank you for the coffee Julian," I expressed, reaching for my drink. Maybe we could get along after all. 

"So, what is all of this nonsense about me being your fiancée?" I probed curiously. His emerald green eyes widened at the sudden question. 

"Well, a couple of days ago, your mum came over to talk to my mum over tea. She said she wanted to propose an arranged marriage, between you and me," he said quickly pausing to breathe. "That's why I decided to approach you first before my mother would."

"Is that why you were so irritated this morning?" I questioned. He started coughing after taking a bite out of his scone. 

"Yes, I need to um a-apologize to you," Julian stuttered bowing his head down ashamed. His face and ears were bright red like a ripe tomato. "It's just, I am honestly tired of my mother trying to set me up with women," he revealed with a sigh. "When will she learn that I'm a person and I want to lead my life, my way," he added quietly.

"That's exactly how I feel!" I exclaimed. He looked up, surprised by my immediate reply. "The truth is, I want to move back to America," I confessed. "I was born and raised there but after a nasty split between my parents, my mom decided to move to London and I had no choice but to follow," I disclosed voice cracking. "Honestly, it's been hard. Staying in that goddamn house makes me feel like a trapped circus animal," I quickly added. He didn't reply and just handed me the last scone. I gave him a small smile of gratitude before quickly devouring it. Then soon after, we left the coffee shop.