*Benjamin's POV*
I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh. It was the end of summer and my mandatory visit to the palace was almost over. I was leaving tomorrow.
It probably sounds utterly ungrateful, because I do realize, some are less fortunate, but I couldn't wait to go home to the United states. Back to being Benjamin, a simple dude who likes to hang with friends, surf, and play music.
I closed my eyes. Going home also meant not seeing Jasmine. At least not for a while. Would she still be here at my next visit? Suddenly the idea of going home lost its brightness.
Before I knew it, I was pondering if I should extend my visit. I couldn't though. I promised my mother's friend I'd play the piano at the Malibu country club. There was nothing I wouldn't do for the woman who raised me after my mother had passed.
But honestly, I loved the anonymously of being able to get a coffee in the weekends at the local coffeeshop home in Malibu.
