It was a calm and quiet Monday morning in London, England and Isabella Brady was enjoying the sights, sounds, and scents coming from every direction of the street. Isabella was one of few tourists in England during this time of the year. While most people were at work or school, Isabella had already graduated and her job wasn't considered a worthwhile career. She was a writer. She always had been. It was her strongest talent. She considered her experiences in England good for the book she was currently working on. The main reason for her being in London, England had nothing to do with her writing though. She had a strong disagreement with her family about what she chose to do with her life and she couldn't stand to be there and attempt to deal with it any longer so she left and got on the first plane leaving Tulsa, Oklahoma for England. So there she was, walking around the semi-quiet streets at 8:30 in the morning. While she was walking, her sidekick rang. She looked at the screen and saw that she had just received a text from her sister. She was begging her to come back home and listen to what their parents had to say. Isabella started typing a reply and wasn't paying attention to where she was going and bumped into someone.
"I'm so sorry. I need to pay more attention to where I'm going." Isabella said as she hit the send button on her phone and looked up.
"It's ok." the stranger said and smiled at her. "I'm Tom." At that statement, he held out his hand for her to shake.
"Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Isabella." she said and shook his hand. Isabella knew who he was but she wasn't a major fan girl. She wasn't the kind of girl to scream when meeting someone like him. At that exact moment, his cell phone rang. He looked at his watch and realized that he was late for an interview.
"Well, Isabella, I have to go but it was very nice meeting you." he said and rushed off in the direction he was going in before he ran into her. Isabella watched him rush off and then continued walking.
About an hour and a half later, she was starting to get hungry, so she walked back to a restaurant she had passed and waited to be seated. When she was finally seated and had placed her order, she took out a notebook and started brainstorming ideas for her current book. Not far from her, in a booth seat, sat Tom with three other guys. They were Danny, Dougie, and Harry. Altogether, they were a popular British-rock band called McFly. They were talking amongst themselves when Isabella had gotten her drink. Tom looked to his left when he heard someone start coughing. Isabella had taken a drink of her Pina Colada and started coughing when she swallowed because it almost went down her airway. Tom saw her and excused himself from the booth. The other three guys watched him to see where he was going.
"Must be a small world for two people to be at the same place at the same exact time." Tom said and had to prevent himself from laughing when Isabella jumped. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's fine. I tend to zone out when I'm writing." Isabella said and started cleaning up the drink that she spilled on the table.
"Here. Let me help." Tom said and got a napkin. As soon as they had gotten the table cleaned up, Isabella put her notebook and pen back in her bag. "Would you care to join me and my friends?" Tom said and motioned towards the booth that he just came from.
"I don't want to get in the way."
"Oh, no. It's no problem. Come on." Tom said and helped Isabella get her things and walked her to the booth.