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station,” I said, pushing my arms into my slouchy grey coat and zipping up
my knee high black boots.  
    “My driver’s outside.   He can take us.”
    “Your driver?” I said, thinking about how long
Andrew had been with me and about the poor man who had been sitting in the car
all that time.  
    “He went to get breakfast but I
messaged him when I was in the bathroom.   He should be here now.”
    “Oh,” I said, unsure how I felt about
being chauffeur driven.   I mean, it was
definitely a luxury but London traffic was a nightmare, not to mention I’d
liked the idea of making Andrew slum it for a day.  
    “You don’t sound happy,” said Mr.
Perceptive.  
    “I don’t mind.   I thought we could go in on the tube but if
you’d rather take the car…”
    “Well, we could use the car to get
dropped at the station.   What about that
for a compromise?”
    “Sounds good,” I said, slinging my
satchel strap across my body, ready for a day of walking and looking forward to
it more than I should be.  

 
    ANDREW

 
    The day I spent with Rebecca in London was one of the best
I’d had in a long time.   We travelled in
on the subway – or ‘Tube’ as the Brits refer to it – missing the rush-hour,
thank goodness.   The underground
passageways were like a maze and I was glad I had a native to guide me.   Getting off at Holborn, we walked to the
first museum like friends, close but not touching.   Rebecca told me about school trips she had
taken to see the ancient treasures within and said I was going to love it
there, having seen my love of antiquities at my apartment.   The outside of the building was awe
inspiring, influenced strongly by those from Ancient Greece, complete with
columns and statues that towered above the crowds of tourists.   Inside, the museum housed amazing examples of
treasures from all major ancient civilizations, taking my breath away.   We spent a lot of time in the Egyptian room
but I found the Parthenon room the most fascinating, with its frieze that ran
the entire circumference, and statues that were so expertly carved, the marble
looked as soft as flesh and cloth.  
    At my request, we took a black cab to
Tate Modern and spent an hour wandering the rooms filled with strange and
bizarre modern art creations, most of which I saw absolutely no value in.   Modern art is a funny thing; sometimes thought
provokingly original but often trash, in my humble opinion.   Rebecca had a more moderate take on it,
enjoying the silliest of the exhibits and standing for a long time in front of
works by Picasso and Dali.   I saw
something in those too.
    We took an elevator to the top of the
building and asked for a table for two near the windows that overlooked the
River Thames and St. Paul’s Cathedral.    The food looked average but the vista was really something.  
    Rebecca had been an excellent tour
guide, contagiously enthusiastic and with a cheeky sense of humour.   She’d made no effort to conceal her ogling of
the nude statues in the museum, and giggled at the lack of ‘men’s bits’.   I shouldn’t have been amused but I couldn’t
help myself.  
    In the restaurant though, she was
subdued.   It had been a strange day of
ups and downs.   I just wanted to be able
to leave with everything okay between us.   I watched as she tucked her glossy dark hair behind her ear as we waited
for our main courses.   She was such a
beautiful girl; young and fresh but with a maturity that gave her an interesting
edge, and enough challenge in her to keep me on my toes.   I couldn’t help but think about the things we
had done together.    The sight of her
naked body was still fresh in my mind, but that wasn’t what this was about, or
at least it should have been.
    She interrupted my train of thought
with a question about my family that caught me off guard.
    “I have a brother and a sister,” I
told her.   “My brother lives in New York
– I think I told you – and my