Three Thousand Miles To You(12)

“Miss Hart?”

“Yes that’s me.” I say in a quiet voice.

“These are for you.”

“Who are they from?”

“I have no idea I just deliver.” The bellman says with an annoyed look as if he gets that question a lot.

“There is a card.”

I take the flowers from the guy and sit them on the table in the middle of the room. I slip the card out from the slot and read what says. "Enjoy" I sigh.

“No luck?” The bellman asks.

“No nothing.”

“Okay bye Miss."

The bellman says and walks away as I close the door behind him. I wonder about the flowers, who could send me these? Surely my dad would not, nor Julian and there is no one else I know in this city what a mystery. By 11am I am all dressed have had my breakfast and I am ready for the day ahead. I make sure I have my purse with money and my hotel key. I head out and onto the lobby and start for my dad’s room. I let myself in and see that there is no one around. As I turn, I see a little pink note stuck onto the mirror in the doorway.

"Lanna I have a meeting I will be a while so don’t wait for me, go out and have fun but please be safe, see you in the evening."

Okay I think what to do today? I walk down the streets of London and I feel like I belong here. I feel like this is my home and that if all my family and friends where here I really could not see myself going back to the USA. I decide to go to the London eye today, instead of taking a cab I go on the big red London tour bus. It stops at all the sights and that way I can choose what I want to visit. I climb the stairs of the bus and find a seat up the front. I cannot say that I have ever been on a bus before and the ones in New York are nothing like the friendly and calmness of this one. I look out over the city and I cannot help but think what Adrian Black makes of all this. If he is one, of those people, that does not give a rat’s ass about anything other than himself. Possibly, he is kind and loves the city he lives in. I wonder if he has been to all these points of the city and I wonder what he thinks of them. On the other hand, maybe he is just like every New Yorker I know who cannot understand the appeal of the city. Maybe he lives here because he has to not out of choice. Maybe he wishes he could go away and never come back. There are so many possibilities running round in my head about him I can’t seem to figure him out which is really annoying as usually I am such a good judge of character but as for him I am completely lost for words.

I see my stop and there is the London eye. I get off the bus and make my way up to the entrance. Wow its huge is my first thought as I look up at the wonder. I pay my fare and climb into one of the capsules. There are a few other people on board, a woman and two little kids an older couple and red haired girl around the age of sixteen with her mom I am guessing. There are also a few young boys and a girl around my age with blonde hair hanging down her back. There is free space next to her so I go over and stand by her. As I gaze out at the city below, I turn my head I see the girl staring, so I look to her and give her a little smile she smiles back and says.

"It’s amazing isn’t it?"

“Yes” I say.

“It really is.”

“You are an American?”

“Yes guilty.” I say, she gives a little smirk.

“Where about in the U-S are you from?”

“New York.”

“Wow, I have always wanted to go to New York it has always been a dream of mine.”

“That’s funny my dream has always been to come to London.” The girl smiles and says, “I’m Jessica.”

“Alanna” I say.

“Nice to meet you” The girl says.

”Are you here by yourself?”

“I’m in town with my dad and his business partner, but I’m sightseeing by myself my dad has meetings all day.”

“That’s a shame.”

“No its fine, I’m used to it.”

“Yes but no one wants to be alone in a strange city surely?”

“I do wish I had my friend here.”

“How has your time been so far?”

“It’s been amazing, except last night was kind of strange.”

“Really what happened to you?” The girl asks and I do not know what it is but the people here. They are just so nice and I feel like I can openly talk to them about anything. The cab driver, the bartender last night, and now this girl, its shocked me as it’s something I would never do back home, but here I feel like it’s the only thing to do. I am so comfortable with it am I a different person over here? I fill the girl in on what happened last night and she does not seem so shocked. In fact, I think she understands I feel as if she maybe has been through the same thing. “This bloke what was his name?”