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Kamilas POV:
It was quiet today because it was a Wednesday, I first went to HMV and looked at some posters but nothing caught my eye. Soon after I went to Costa (UK version of Starbucks) and got some hot chocolate. It was winter so I needed to somehow warm up.
As I just got out of Costa I bumped into a man with caramel hair who looked older than me by a couple years. "oh gosh! I'm sorry" he quickly said, I didn't realize that I had spilt hot chocolate on my coat. I took out my earplugs, "what? Oh right its ok, I think it will wash out" I said stumbling. I got out my phone and quickly paused my music "No it was my fault I should have looked where I was going... Here let me buy you a new coat because chocolate, especially hot chocolate does not come out of a grey coat trust me I would know anyway I'm Patrick and you are...?" He said.
"I'm Kamila... And you don't have to buy me a new coat its fine... I'll just be on my way..." I said and turned around, about to walk but then I felt a grip on my arm "NO wait! Please let me... I feel terrible if you don't... Please could you at least get a coffee with me? I don't know much about this UK stuff. I'm only here for about a month" he said as if he was begging me. " ok I guess..." I turned back, smiled and we walked back into costa.
After we got our order we went back outside. "So Kamila tell me about yourself?" He said sipping his coffee "well I'm Polish, I've lived here since I was 3, my mum died when I was 4 and I live with my dad, I love music, singing, sewing and tumblr... And yep that pretty much me" I said shyly.
" Oh wow! What a life... I mean I didn't mean it was good but.. You know... Eventful..." He slightly giggled "don't worry I've had worse reactions" I giggled and smiled. I was carrying a back pack filled with a jumper, sketch pad (which weighs a ton) and colouring pencils so I kept fiddling with it so it seemed comfortable. " here let me hold it" Patrick said giving me his hand yo pass it to him " Thank you" I took it off and passed it to him "it
Weights a ton and a half I know" I laughed and he gave me a grunt "what about you?" I said giving him a questionable look, " Well I'm from Chicago, I'm in a band, I'm the lead singer,
…" He carried on talking but I just looked at his cute expression. He was wearing a scarf, leather jacket, fedora and glasses he looked perfect "...and yep that me! Haha!"
" wow! Well you have a exiting life!... Hey how long have you been in Chester?" I asked because I wasn't sure "... I've been here for 3 days so far... I've been trying to find the Roman gardens but I keep getting lost..." He said and giggled " well I could take you there if you want? I don't mind its peaceful there" my voice croaked a bit because I just had a cold and then coughed slightly "Ok! Sure!... Are you ok? You seem sick?" He looked at me with a worried expression. " yeah I just have a cold... Here we are!" I said pointing at the gardens.
(the next chapter will be skipped couple days Thank you for reading i love you guys x)
It was quiet today because it was a Wednesday, I first went to HMV and looked at some posters but nothing caught my eye. Soon after I went to Costa (UK version of Starbucks) and got some hot chocolate. It was winter so I needed to somehow warm up.
As I just got out of Costa I bumped into a man with caramel hair who looked older than me by a couple years. "oh gosh! I'm sorry" he quickly said, I didn't realize that I had spilt hot chocolate on my coat. I took out my earplugs, "what? Oh right its ok, I think it will wash out" I said stumbling. I got out my phone and quickly paused my music "No it was my fault I should have looked where I was going... Here let me buy you a new coat because chocolate, especially hot chocolate does not come out of a grey coat trust me I would know anyway I'm Patrick and you are...?" He said.
"I'm Kamila... And you don't have to buy me a new coat its fine... I'll just be on my way..." I said and turned around, about to walk but then I felt a grip on my arm "NO wait! Please let me... I feel terrible if you don't... Please could you at least get a coffee with me? I don't know much about this UK stuff. I'm only here for about a month" he said as if he was begging me. " ok I guess..." I turned back, smiled and we walked back into costa.
After we got our order we went back outside. "So Kamila tell me about yourself?" He said sipping his coffee "well I'm Polish, I've lived here since I was 3, my mum died when I was 4 and I live with my dad, I love music, singing, sewing and tumblr... And yep that pretty much me" I said shyly.
" Oh wow! What a life... I mean I didn't mean it was good but.. You know... Eventful..." He slightly giggled "don't worry I've had worse reactions" I giggled and smiled. I was carrying a back pack filled with a jumper, sketch pad (which weighs a ton) and colouring pencils so I kept fiddling with it so it seemed comfortable. " here let me hold it" Patrick said giving me his hand yo pass it to him " Thank you" I took it off and passed it to him "it
Weights a ton and a half I know" I laughed and he gave me a grunt "what about you?" I said giving him a questionable look, " Well I'm from Chicago, I'm in a band, I'm the lead singer,
…" He carried on talking but I just looked at his cute expression. He was wearing a scarf, leather jacket, fedora and glasses he looked perfect "...and yep that me! Haha!"
" wow! Well you have a exiting life!... Hey how long have you been in Chester?" I asked because I wasn't sure "... I've been here for 3 days so far... I've been trying to find the Roman gardens but I keep getting lost..." He said and giggled " well I could take you there if you want? I don't mind its peaceful there" my voice croaked a bit because I just had a cold and then coughed slightly "Ok! Sure!... Are you ok? You seem sick?" He looked at me with a worried expression. " yeah I just have a cold... Here we are!" I said pointing at the gardens.
(the next chapter will be skipped couple days Thank you for reading i love you guys x)
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