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Brad finishes doing his hair and puts on his black bomber jacket, smiling over at me through the mirror as I sit waiting for him to finish getting ready.
"You are officially worse than girls at getting ready to go out," I conclude and he rolls his eyes. He had booked a four star hotel and we were sharing a double bed and it was probably the best night's sleep I have had in a while.
"I just wanna look good, I wanna be able to get some female attention," he comments and I feel my heart stop for a second. Perhaps I was jealous that he was seeking attention of other girls when I was right here.
He doesn't like you like that, my subconscious reminds me and I give him a small smile before putting on my shoes. We had to go and get breakfast before we missed our only chance.
I push him out of the door as he takes the keycard and we make our way down to the ground floor where breakfast is served. The hotel was very high class and it didn't surprise me that there was a huge range of foods across the breakfast hall.
"Good evening," the person at the front desk says. "Table for two?"
"Yes," Brad replies and we are shown to a table. I hold back my drool as I pass a table full of different chocolate pastries and Brad chuckles at me, grabbing my hand and pulling me away.
We put our bags at the table before going up and grabbing a plate to get some food. While Brad goes for the standard English breakfast, I grab some pastries and some orange juice, as well as some spreads.
"This place is so posh," I tell him. The hotel was based in central London and was packed with high class people. "I feel so out of place."
"Why do you feel out of place?" He frowns over to me, cutting up some of his food.
"Everyone's wearing fancy suits and I'm here wearing mom jeans and a baggy shirt," I frown. "I feel like I should be wearing a dress or something."
"Don't be ridiculous, you look amazing," he compliments and my heart flutters ten times over. We eat our breakfast and soon enough we've consumed enough to get on with our day.
Brad takes my hand and we leave the breakfast hall just before eleven. We had decided to go to the London Eye and Big Ben, despite the fact it's under construction.
"Most people get confused that Big Ben is actually the bell and not the clock," I tell Brad as we wait for a tube to arrive. "The clock is actually called Tickety-Ted the Time Telling Bitch."
Brad looks over at me, laughing at my joke, "I hate you so much. How long have you been trying to think of that one?"
"Since I agreed to go," I admit, which was an hour ago. "You should tell me I'm funny and boost my ego for me."
"You're not funny, though," he teases me as the tube arrives and we step in quickly. "You're lame."
As we wait for tube to leave, we hear shouting from outside the doors and I move closer to Brad with a frown on my face. He gladly puts his arm around me, holding me close as people gather in the train station.
