Chapter 2

"So what's in today's itinerary?" I asked, sitting down next to Aiden.

"We pretty much went to all the historical places and museums that exist in all of London these past couple of weeks. So, I'm pretty sure it's safe to say, we won't have to go to another museum in our remaining 8 weeks here." He said, buttering a piece of whole-wheat toast. What he said was true, Bruna and me made sure to visit all the tourist places around the city in order to cross that out of our to-do list. Although all I wanted to do was go and shop, shop, shop we managed to travel around the city to the museums.

"So there's absolutely nothing to do? Nothing planned?" I turned to ask Bruna with a huge smile on my face.

"Oh no no no and no! This does not mean shopping spree all day! At least with me! Those awful five hours I spent with you in Oxfords circus were enough for me." She turned pale at the mere thought of going shopping with me. It wasn't my fault that I got overly excited shopping! So what if I fall in love with the whole store? I'm spending money thus helping the economy, and we're in hard times now, are we not?

Seeking for a shopping partner, I turned to look at the boys. While in the middle of stuffing his face into some English muffins, Nick abruptly stopped and looked at me with pleading eyes. He might still be traumatized by the spring shopping spree I made him do with me in February. Seeing as he was trying to make lame excuses, I turned to Aiden. Aiden, the only one out of my friends who didn't mind going shopping with me. He found my reactions to clothing amusing, since I tend to "exaggerate" my love and hate of pieces of clothing. Not my fault I can't control my comments about rich delicate materials and beautiful outfits, or about hideous patterns and out of season pieces of "clothes", if you can even call it that.

"Sorry Olive, cant today, told the boys I would have lunch with them." He said with a shrug.

"The boys? What boys? Are you imagining things Aiden?" I said, trying to figure out who these "guys" were, had we met someone and forgotten about them? I'm such a terrible person, how can someone, let alone me, forget the existence of a whole person!

"My father's new clients, don't worry Olive, you don't know them. But you're welcome to come with me if you'd like. You'd get along profoundly with them! Actually I've wanted to introduce you guys with them, they're really nice guys." He told the whole table.

"Sure, why not? Beats having to go shopping." Bruna said nonchalantly and added, "Not to be superficial or anything but … are they hot?"

"Bruna." Nick said with a warning voice. Bruna was known to like … a quite few men. From all the romance books she read, she had become a hopeless romantic. Although most of the time she only had one-night stands, by her own choice, she had had some serious relationships, that didn't always end up well.

"Lunch? But that's in like five hours!" I said looking down at my old watch. It was my favorite belongings; it had belonged to my mother's grandfather. It seemed as if the watch had lived through the good and the bad with my family. "How about, I go to Burberry while you meet up with the "guys", and at lunch time we meet up somewhere?" I asked, hoping they'd take the deal. It had been ages since I'd gone shopping. Besides, I still needed to buy all the summer essentials, and most of all party outfits.

"You really can't not go shopping today can you?" Aiden asked me with an amused glint in his eyes.

"What can I say? It's in my blood."

"Will you need assistance with your bags Ms. Weston?" The sales clerk asked me after my three hour shopping spree at Burberry.

"Yes, please, if you don't mind. Could you put them in the car?" looking for my driver, I spotted him trying to make sense out of a Vogue Magazine in the sitting area. "Hey Ben, could you please show him to the car?" I asked with a loving smile. I had met Ben, at the airport. He was the fortunate driver that my dad had assigned to me this summer. What I'd liked about Ben, since the start, was that he made conversation with me. I'd never liked being driven by a person who I couldn't talk to. It just feels awkward to be with a person for a certain amount of time and not talking. Just expecting them to take me where I want to go, although they are drivers, they are also people. So, when I met Ben we immediately became friends. He, like Aiden, was amused about my liking of fashion. Since I was shopping alone today, I made Ben come with me into the store, becoming my student. I taught him how to match colors and outfits together and how to accessorize just right. Although he hadn't complained about the amount of time we'd spent in the shop, I decided it was time to go. To save Ben from fashion overload and the fact that it was nearly midday.

After the bags were safely placed in car, I decided to treat Ben to a coffee. Luckily the sales clerk knew about a little café a couple blocks away. Once we got to the coffee shop, I couldn't help but think about how beautiful it was. It was situated on the first floor of an old brick building; on the outside it had a couple of tables. While on the inside of the café, there were old coffee makers, a bar going from side to side, filled with bar stools. Scattered around the coffee shop there were more tables. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and biscuits had me drooling all over the place.

I think we've given you enough time to buy the whole Autumn/Winter collection, where are you and we will pick you up for lunch. - A

Ha Ha Ha, you crack me up, seriously you do. I'm at a café, meet me here; I'll send you the address in a moment. – O

Walking up towards the cashier to ask for the direction, I saw the girl who had sold me the coffees a half hour ago, distracted by something, make that someone. Michelle, as her name tag read, didn't notice me go behind the bar until I cleared my throat next to her.

"Oh my god, you scared me!" She said with her hand over her heart. Regaining composure she now seemed to notice were I was. "I'm sorry but costumers aren't allowed back here."

"But I don't get the amazing View you get from here over there!" I pointed to where I was supposed to be, and started looking towards the direction, Michelle, was staring at moments before. On the outside tables of the café, there sat a group of boys, they looked as if they had crawled out of a beer commercial. All dressed in swim trunks, some with buttoned shirts others with v necks. "With a view like that, I'd work here for free."

"Was it that obvious?" She asked, while a slight tingle of color filled her tanned cheeks.

"No, not really. I just noticed you were distracted as I came up here, that's all." I said with a shrug, while I turned my gaze back at 3 boys. Wait, weren't there 4 before?

"Oh right! Did you want another coffee? A biscuit? Water? Anything?" Michelle seemed to remember that I was the Customer and she the worker.

"Nah, I just wanted to know the address of this place, would you happen to know it?" I gave her my cellphone and she started typing it into a message. Before she would hit send, someone cleared their throats. Moving my sight from the muffins to my right, I turned to look at the originator of the sound. Michelle, doing the same, froze as her mind registered who it was. Indeed there were 4 guys sitting outside before. The guy in front of the cashier was around 6 feet tall; his curly hair was short and perfectly un-combed. His Perfectly toned torso was visible through the opening of his oxford shirt. I could perfectly see him walking down the runways in Milan's fashion week.

Seeing as Michelle was unable to make out a word with this exceptional male specimen in front of her, I broke the silence.

"Yes? Can I help you with something?"

"Are you a new worker here? I didn't realize Annie was hiring." His husky voice was overflowing with a confidence that, back home would have been a turn-off. But right now, it was more like a soft hypnotic caress that left me dumbfounded. How could a guy have that effect on me?

Seeing as I wasn't going to answer his question anytime soon, he carried on, "Knock knock, anyone in there? Hello? You've got to be kidding me!"

This caught me off-guard, but was he serious? Sure could have been a Greek God in his past life but this reaction was not necessary. I don't mind guys who are hot, most of them are oblivious to the fact, but this guy, knew it and of course thought everyone had the "hots" for him.

"Excuse me?" I said, still incredulous to his reaction. But, apparently your highness over here couldn't get out of his internal monologue to hear me. No, he was too busy going on and on about how someone like him couldn't go a whole day without getting recognized. Who did he think he was? The Jolie-Pitt pack?

"How about I go drink some coffee or go to the movies or go to the market? No, someone might recognize me! Can't I ever enjoy an afternoon out? Fuck!" And he kept on babbling and babbling, his problems outstound me, seriously. Not wanting to spend half an hour standing there hearing him babble on I said.

"Is that all or do you want to kill my neurons with more idiotic questions?"

As he finally registered what I had just said, the annoyed look he had been wearing was quickly changed into a look of disbelief, with a glint of anger in his ocean colored eyes. Obviously no one had ever offended "Mr. Fabulous Model him".

As he was about to fire back, I heard a familiar voice call my name. As I looked past 's shoulder I saw Aiden, Bruna, Nick and two other guys make their way into the café.

"Hey." I said as I saw turn around. Did he think they were calling him? I don't care how good looking he is, he needed to work on his ego.