Set You Free

Ch. 2

 last re-edit on 7/10/21

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January 19, 2016

It is 9:30 and I will be walking all around near my hotel to take as many photos as possible, then send them to my teacher later on today. I had a late start today because my mother and siblings wanted to talk for ages on the phone this morning at six... I am an early bird...but..not that early. But I had eaten my breakfast and the room service man said their a nice little park down from the hotel where they have a little Cafe so... I would be headed there. I also Google for a library... and... there is one right around the corner from the cafe.... so my day will be complete by that.

My two favorite places.

Wish me luck,

Sierra🖤

I close my diary, getting up from the desk as I grab my camera and small purse over me, with my sunglasses on, and out I went. Walking down the hall I sing a little happy song in my head as I head to the elevator dancing to myself a little bit until it opens.

I got in pressing the lobby button. Just as the door was about to close, a hand stopped the doors. It opened and right there standing in a nice outdoor outfit was the same man from yesterday.

He fixes his scarf, looking up at me with a smile. "и снова здравствуйте!" [Hello again!] The man said to me.

"Доброе утро" [ Goodmorning] I said back to him as he entered the elevator standing by me a bit. "I am going down, to the lobby this time!"

"Haha, ok!" He said pressing the button as The elevator started going down slowly as I moved my hair to the side a little bit trying not to flirt with my hair.

But I was.

I wanted him to look at me.

Smile.

Something.

Something I would regret very, very, very, much later to never do that again.

"I am sorry" he spoke up as I held my breath for a second. "Are you here for a famous person? A celebrity?" He asks.

"Uh...no... I am here... well... I don't really know you!"

"Smart girl!"

Sierra, what on earth you're doing talking to strangers? Your mother taught you not to talk to strangers...especially in a foreign country damn it.

But again... I wanted to live on the wild side...as always, I regret that as well later.

"I am actually here for an art project I am doing?"

"So you're an artist?" He asks.

"Yes... I am. Uh... photos?" I said showing off my camera. "я фотограф" [ I am a photographer] I  said to him as I pretended to take pictures of him.