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[/color]" she asked as a small group of young women around her own age approached. She needed directions, wasn't even sure if she was going in the right direction. Of course, she'd been given verbal instructions how to get there, but certain buildings and street names had been used for reference points, and she had not known any of them, making the directions void. The four girls gave her a quick glance, nothing more, and continued on their way, as if she had not spoke, still giggling and chatting to each other like George was an invisible mute. She frowned softly. She was still new to the ignorance that seemed to dominate the streets. She decided to give up on finding the cinema and instead, decided to cross the road and go into the coffee shop across the street. Her converse pumps made only the softest of sounds as she walked.

As soon as she pushed the door to the coffee shop open, the refreshingly cool blast of an air conditioner hit her and slowly her usual smile crept back over her gloss-slicked lips. George loved the summer, but sometimes it was just a little too hot for her. She'd never been a sun-worshipper, but it was preferential to the rain. How she hated the rain. It always ruined her hair and make-up, made her cold and irritable. Her olive eyes flicked across the menu boards behind the counter as she approached and after a moment, she settled on what she wanted.

"I'll have a vanilla freshcato please," she said to the woman behind the counter as her hand dived into her bag, searching for her purse. Her fingertips seemed to find everything else that was in there before finally she found it. Camera. No. Phone. No. Make-up bag. No. iPod. No. Nail file. No. Ah-ha! Purse. She pulled it out and handed the woman a five pound note, pressing the crumpled green piece of paper into her hand, then recieved her change. "Thanks." Within a moment, a plastic cup of vanilla freshcato was placed before her with a forced smile. A real one was flashed in exchange as George let the coins drop back into her purse, picked up her drink and made her way to a table in the window. She put her bag on the table, dropping her purse back into it and sat down. Her right knee was bought up against her chest, the ball of her foot perched on the edge of her chair. The hand that had put her purse back now reached in and pulled out her iPod. After a moment of untangling her headphones (they were always, always tangled no matter what), she put one of the earpieces in her right ear and began scanning her music, bringing the freshcato to her mouth, wrapping her glossy lips around the straw. She sucked a litte of the cold, creamy drink into her maw and swallowed, smiling softly at the taste. Possibly the nicest thing she'd found in London.

We were both young when I first saw you... Taylor Swift's 'Love Story' started playing through the headphone she had plugged into her ear. She hated country, and Taylor Swift in general, but the song was catchy and sweet. She decided she'd sit here, drink her drink and then go home before it dropped too cold outside. It always seemed to go so freezing at night after hot, sticky days. She watched, suckling some more freshcato into her mouth, as the city went by outside.

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