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“What do you mean we’re going on public transport?”

I found the indignation on his face utterly hilarious, to the point I was laughing out loud.

“If you think we’re going to roll up to a greasy spoon in your swanky sports car, you’ve got another thing coming. You said I could decide, so this is what we’re doing.”

His eyes widened at my bossy tone, and I was loving it.

Just to rile him more I added, “oh, and I wouldn’t wear anything too nice. London is a pretty mucky place.”

I winked at him as I closed the bathroom door on his face to get washed and dressed.

I was smiling so much throughout my shower, my face ached. I decided that I wouldn’t just stop at the greasy spoon. No. Today I’d show him my London.

When I came back into his bedroom, I nearly fainted from shock. “You own blue jeans?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, of course I do. I