LONDON

 

 

 

The weather was beautiful. I could barely see fluffy clouds. The fresh air blew through my face, and it felt so good just to roam around, leaving my problems behind and without a bodyguard stalking my ass. 

I passed toward the small street called Kylian. Across the street were some establishments from a flower shop, a souvenir shop, a bookstore, and an antique store. I felt lucky when I spotted a coffee logo to my right, a bakery, and a restaurant.

I silent my phone and took some pictures. I couldn’t remember I’d ever experiencing things like this just strolling by myself. 

I smiled in delight as I took...