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Jul 10, 2019 15:20:02

On The Shoreditch [2]

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The trees gave us shelter from the lampposts and the features on her face were blurred by the darkness. A strand of hair had come lose and it rested on her cheek.

"nah, and it didn't go so well. She and Dad had a big fight cuz she had gone to

America, my sister, and yeah this was when she was eighteen. That's a while ago now and Dad didn't even know. He was pretty upset about that but he was never around but I get him and I get her. I just kind of had to sit there you know as she walked out. Dad got really upset and didn't eat the rest of the dinner."

She catches the strand of hair and places it behind her ear.

"So I've been with Dad for a bit these past few days you know. We're meant to be heading off tomorrow..."

She looks down again.

"He got really angry. He got so mad. He said 'Who is this guy. Who is this guy that you met for a few hours and you're going to meet him?'. Ye, he was mad."

She laughs a bit.

"I told him that this guy was important to me and I kind of just headed off. Aww he was fuming."

I don't notice that our steps have synchronised and we've just been drifting round and round this block. We stop and I turn to face her. She's looking up at me with her green eyes that are turning a glass orange from the light of the street lamps.

I didn't really know what to say.

"Cassie, I don't really know what to say"

"Nah, it's really nothing"

We let the silence fill the void in like a draft of air winter air into a cottage.

"Hey you know what," I say "How about we find a nice bar and just grab a drink or something?"

She nods and smiles.

I take out my phone.

"Ok, so let's see. Chill. Bar. Shoreditch. Let's see what Google says..."

Something absolutely ridiculous pops up.

"You're not gonna believe this, Cassie"

She's laughing and begging me to tell her. I sternly refuse her appeals but I take her hand and lead her out of that dark quiet street.

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