December 15th, London, England
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THERE 3 DAYS I STAYED AT LINDSAY'S PLACE, ONE OF MY friends from MIT who lives in Mayfair, London. She didn't question my state, and accommodated me right away, when I called her. Well, I do have a place in Kensington, London, but I wanted to go to her, simply because she has some information I want.
She lives alone, thankfully. Except for her cat, Rosa. For a matter of fact, the cat is a male, don't get fooled by its name. It's a castrated, really lazy and fat dark orange cat. And it liked me, since it insisted on being everywhere I was and even sleeping near my bed. Nothing to complain. I'm a cat person.
Regarding the clothes, she let me borrow her.
We, thankfully, have similar bodies. She's just two inches taller than me. Just like we did back in college, when she became my roommate in my own apartment, because she insisted in staying with me, and I was just too whipped to deny that.
It was better than being alone. Besides, she's also an mechanical engineer, meaning we understand each other just right on a mental level.
I kept my phone on airplane mode since I left three days ago, and only turned it on an hour ago. Hah, there are still notifications coming in non-stop. So, I decided to only leave a message to Chase and Flower, since they must be dead worried about me.
Freya: I'm alive. Don't overreact.
Freya: I just need space. That's why I left.
Freya: No. I'm not on the streets or on a hotel, Jesus. I have a place in London, which I only used twice. It's clean and good for use. So, do not worry about that.
Freya: Yes. I had a horrible fight with my family.
Freya: Yes. I destroyed some furniture.
Freya: No. None of them know where I am now.
Freya: And no. I'm not telling you where my place's. You would try coming here, and I need alone time. Stay in the lake house and enjoy your time together as a couple.
Freya: You deserve it. Don't get wrapped up on my drama, okay? I'll deal with it when I have to.
Freya: I'll be back either tonight or tomorrow. I'm a bit busy with some stuff I have to do here in London, so, don't bother. If the other nuisances ask you about it, say you don't know shit of my whereabouts.
Freya: Love you two. Tell my grandparents I'm fine.
I think that is… oh? Flower is typing already?
Flower: Don't bullshit me, Lizzy. Where in actual fuck are you? You little troublemaker. I'm dead worry. Tell me and I'll go to you right fucking now.
That is not Flower. She doesn't call me Lizzy. Nor does she speaks with me so rudely. But Dean does. So, why the heck is he with her phone.
Freya: Leave me be, Dean. Get off of her phone!
Flower | Dean: Not until you tell me your location.
Freya: Hah? Right now I'm in the market.
Flower | Dean: Fucking liar. I'm serious.
Freya: You called me a liar? I won't tell you shit.
Flower | Dean: Stop fucking with me, Lizzy. Do you have any idea of how worried I am for you?
Freya: Oh? No. I have no idea. Tell me.
Flower | Dean: Don't be a bitch.
Freya: We are talking about me. That's impossible. Now I'm busy, brother. I have better things to do than keep chit-chatting with you.
I closed the chat and he tried to call me three times on her number, and then seven on his. Of course, I turned it all down. Did that dumbass, genuinely, thought I would pick it up?
Giggling, I looked around the vodkas in the market, which opposite to what he thought, was indeed my current location. The main market in Mayfair. I've always wanted to come here when I was older enough to buy my favorite bottle of vodka by myself.
"Good morning," a dark skinned woman with green eyes, a curvy body, and beautiful lips came to me. "How can I help you, Miss?" She asked with a bright smile.
I put on my most charming smile and I swear she blushed, then I read her name on the tag in her chest. "Good morning, Isabella. Your eyes are very beautiful."
She blushed harder, "Thank you, Miss. Yours too."
Chuckling softly, I licked my lips, "So, I want some vodkas. It's been a while since I've last come here and I do remember that this place was the best one if you wanted a good set of strong vodkas, because the owners come from a Russian-British family!"
A nod, "Indeed, Miss. What's your name?"
"Freya."
"A beautiful name," indeed. "Do you have any label in mind? Shall I show you what we have?"
"I would like that. And yes, I do have some specific vodkas in mine. I would like two bottles of each of them. Let's hope you have them in storage," I followed her.
"Tell me the names and I'll find them for you."
I bit my bottom lip softly, remembering them all. "Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka, Everclear 190, Golden Grain 190, Hapsburg Absinthe XC, Balkan 176 Vodka, and a Devil's Springs Vodka 160. Two of each."
"Twelve bottles then," I nodded. "Are you in a car? They will be quite heavy to take back with you."
"My Harley has space. Just wrap them all thrice and put them in a reformed box, and I'll take them with me. I'm stronger than I look, don't worry." Grinning, I winked at her and she blushed again. Cute.
After a bit, a waiter came with a tray of cheese and salami, and a I took some. Thanking him before he left. And it didn't even take two minutes after the waiter disappeared for my target to come in here, as I knew he would, because Lindy told me he comes here often.
I pretended not to notice him, until he noticed me. "Elizabeth?" He gasped. "Elizabeth-Freya? Is that really you, my beloved?" Ew.
Slowing, doing my best not to frown, I turned around and stared at him. "You are?"
He gasped, coming even closer and putting his paws on my shoulders, "I'm Chris. Christopher De Villiers, my love. We dated in highschool, don't you remember me? I have you in my heart since then."
Shall I put my plan into action? "Oh? Sorry. I've only dated one boy in highschool and his name wasn't that. And neither was he blonde," I chuckle. "Did we hook up?"
"We kissed, my love," he frowned. "Who is it that you dated back there, then?"
Oh, my God. Here I go. "Rhys. Rhys Choi."
He clenched his jaw, "Hah. No, my love. Your head must be messed up. Your memories shaken. You've never dated that nerd weakling. You dated me. I remember as if it was yesterday," he tried to come even closer but I stepped back.
"No. I don't think we did. But that's alright. It's lost in the past, ain't it?" I took one more step back. "So, how are you doing?"
Christopher arched his eyebrows, "Great. Are you back in London definitely, my love?"
"Freya. Call me Freya. Nothing but that, okay? And no. I don't love in London, neither will I began to. I live elsewhere, but I'm dealing with some affairs here," next step. "And spending time with my boyfriend."
His fists clenched, "Boyfriend?"
"Mm-hm. We've met back in the US. I was studying in the MIT, and he was in Harvard, minutes apart. Friends in common. It just happened. His family is from here and so is mine, so we are spending the holidays with them."