Chapter 45: Do you still feel like you know what you're doing?
"We're here." The cab driver said.
"Yes! London, England! I haven't been here in years!" I spun around when I got out of the cab.
"You're a little over the price." I heard the cab driver say to Jerome.
"Keep the change." Jerome replied.
"Thank you, young sir." The cab driver tipped his hat at Jerome and drove away.
"When did you get so generous?"
"Lets just say you've had some influence on me."
"What would you like for your appetizers?" The waitress asked.
"I'd like the bruschetta." I replied.
"And I'll have insalata caprese." Jerome added.
"I'll have that ready for you soon."
Then we got the main course after we were done eating our appetizers.
I got pasta and Jerome got pancetta.
"That was the best supper I've ever had." I said once we had paid and left.
"Same here."
"Thank you. For everything." I kissed him.
"So, you haven't been here in a while?"
"No. Not in years.
"What do you think of London? How do you remember it?"
"It's beautiful. It always has been. What's up with all the questions?"
"Well, then, why did we stay a little longer?"
"What?"
He pulled out a huge wad of cash.
"You didn't steal that, did you?"
"No. Of course not. I've been saving up. And I may have told Trudy we were going to see my parents, and that they insisted we stay the night."
"But... Never mind."
"No. It's ok. I don't see my parents, so it was a good excuse."
"But I didn't bring anything with me."
"Trudy did."
"What? Trudy's here?"
"No. She insisted on packing our bags, so I could surprise you. Surprise!"
"That... Is so sweet." I hugged him. "Where to?"
"We'll just get a cab, yeah?"
"I can walk. You don't need to pay for everything."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Too bad!" He picked me up.
"Jerome! Put me down! Why do you want to pay so badly!?"
"Say you'll let me and I'll put you down."
"Ok. You can pay for it!"
"And, since you asked, it's because I want this to be perfect."
Later, we ended up laying on a blanket looking at the stars.
"That one reminds me of Amber." I said.
"How so?" Jerome asked.
"Well, it looks like a mirror. We all know how obsessive she is with her looks."
"I can see that." He smiled. "Do you see that one?" He asked, pointing.
"Which one?"
"The brightest one. The one that sticks out the most."
"Yeah."
"That one reminds me of you. The most beautiful of all the stars out there."
I simply replied with a quick kiss. "It's starting to get late. Maybe we should go inside."
"Late? How late?"
"Past midnight. And it's getting really cold out."
"Ok. You're right. Lets go."
We went inside the hotel and went up to the room Jerome had rented for us.
"Are you sure you don't want the bed?" I asked him.
"Yes. Get some sleep." He kissed me on the forehead.
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"The couch." He started to leave.
"Jerome?"
He turned. "Yes?"
"I don't want you to sleep on the couch."
"Really, Patricia. It's fine."
"There's enough room for two." I smiled. "I really don't want you to sleep on the couch."
Jerome grinned and walked over to the bed. "Are you sure?" He asked, laying down next to me. I nodded and gave him a hard kiss. In between breaths, he muttered, "I love you, Patricia Williamson."
"I love you, too."
