And again, there was silence and this time it was long. I felt so uncomfortable at it, especially as I felt that his eyes were on me. I wonder what's on his mind and why he's staring intensely at me.

After what seemed like eternity, he spoke.

“Pack your things, we are leaving tomorrow."

What!

I quickly glanced up at him but instead of seeing his face, I saw his back as he's walking away.

What does he mean by that? Why are we leaving all of a sudden? Just when I started enjoying the city, he wanted us to leave.

This is my first time in London and I...