A month later.
It was a functional apartment that Brandon had chosen for himself.
It was small which meant it was easier to clean but at the same time, it meant he had to keep his shopping spree and decor at a minimum.
Nope, Brandon, back on the third as he continued lying on the bed, think positively.
Since it was a small apartment, and he was living alone, it meant less dishes and a decreased cooking time because he was just cooking for himself. Even though most of the food was bland, and he did not like eating alone.
But at the same time, he did not have to share his space with anyone. The bathroom was his use, and he could keep it as dirty as he wanted.
He winced. Dirty? Is that where I'm going with it?
Bollocks. That is worse than being positive, false positive?
Not to mention, Brandon had been in bed since early morning. Somehow, he had forgotten to turn off his alarm for today, Saturday, his day off. When it rang, he woke up at six sharp, but then realized the day it was and promptly fell asleep.
Now it was 12 in the afternoon, and he was still in bed, refusing to wake up.
A month had gone by since he was in America. A month of contacting his friends in London via phone calls, a few video calls here and there that had died down. Supposedly, even friendships did not last long distances.
That hurt.
They all had moved on with their lives, and since he was not there physically, it had not been frequent as his friends had checked up on him. He saw all the stories they posted on their socials as he was living in a small apartment that would not even fit half of the people he called friends.
He sat up on the bed, wondering what he could do about his day. I spent the entire last month adjusting to the demands of the office and the new country. Maybe I should visit some kind of tourist place?
What about the Empire State building? I never visited it the last time I came to America.
Yes, he could do that. By that way, he could also figure out the subway system better.
20 minutes later, he was out of the apartment in a polo shirt and black jeans. One thing Brandon had made sure of, was that he carried less cash and kept his credit cards away. The one that he was carrying the pin code for everything.
Thankfully, the apartment was only five minutes of walking distance from the tube.
He figured out the way, got his card out and waited for the next tube before boarding it in. It had taken a lot of YouTube videos, blogs that were very old and a few more articles to figure out what kind of subway system did America possess.
He chose to sit and kept his hand inside him only to realize after a few seconds that it was for some reason, sticky.
Dear lord, why?
He got out as soon as it stopped. For some reason, it was the first time he had encountered something so empty., He was thankful for it. Climbing out of the underground station, he saw the Empire Street building and started walking into his direction. The first post to buy the tickets that he is already there, and since it was Saturday, it was fucking crowded.
Not to mention, he was alone. At this point, he would have appreciated anyone. Even a judgey coworker.
He boarded the lift with a shit ton of other people, or in groups or in pairs making him feel alone than ever. It burned his eyes a little bit.
He stepped out with the group, rather than being pushed with it, but he did not complain. Almost every spot was occupied, so he hung back, leaning against the wall, waiting for a spot patiently, and the moment it opened up, Brandon stepped in front of it, and slightly leaned on the balcony with his hands carefully to not look down too much.
It was beautiful.
For a moment, everything around him, pause that he stood there silently taking everything in. It was when he was pushed by someone from the side, did he snap out of it.
I guess America is nice. He chuckled before moving to stand back again. When another spot would open up, he would go and stare at the view again. For now, he thought as he slid down and sat on the ground, he would patiently wait.