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Jay's POV (Chaos, Coffee & "Mrs. Watson")
I realized it the moment I reached the café.
My purse.
I checked my bag once.
Twice.
Nothing.
I sighed and stared at the counter. The smell of coffee was too tempting to walk away now.
The cashier smiled politely. "That'll be—"
I straightened my back and said, as casually as possible,
"I'm Mrs. Watson. Mr. Watson will pay."
For a second, there was silence.
Then the staff exchanged looks.
"…Alright, ma'am," the cashier said quickly, suddenly respectful.
Wow. That worked.
Coffee in hand, confidence boosted, boredom defeated—I did what any bored person in London would do.
I went shopping.
Clothes, shoes, little souvenirs… I was having fun. Too much fun.
Until—
"Ma'am, please come with us."
Two staff members stood in front of me, serious expressions on their faces.
"I—what?" I blinked.
"You said Mr. Watson would pay. We need confirmation."
Great. Jay. Brilliant move.
Before I could explain—or panic—
"She's really Mrs. Watson."
That voice again.
I turned around.
Keifer stood there, hands in his coat pockets, expression calm but eyes sharp.
"Let her go," he said coolly.
The staff immediately stepped back, apologizing over and over before leaving.
As soon as we were alone, I looked up at him.
"…Are you angry?"
He shook his head slowly. "No."
I let out a breath—until he added,
"But be careful, Jay. What if I hadn't come?"
My smile faded. Guilt crept in.
"I'm sorry," I said softly. "I didn't mean to worry you."
He studied my face for a second, then smirked.
"So," he said, teasing now, "my babe is using the Watson name to roam around London?"
I crossed my arms. "I was getting damn bored, Keifer. You left me alone in that giant cabin like a locked painting."
He chuckled, stepping closer. "You could've waited."
"I tried," I said defensively. "I lasted exactly… thirty minutes."
He laughed properly this time. "Impressive patience."
I looked at him, hopeful. "So… are you still mad?"
"No," he said honestly. "Just worried."
Then he tilted his head.
"Now that your shopping spree is done…"
My eyes lit up.
"…how about we go out properly?" he continued. "See London. Together."
I smiled, slipping my hand into his.
"I'd like that."
He squeezed my hand gently.
"Good. Because I don't plan on letting Mrs. Watson out of my sight again today."
And somehow, London felt warmer already.Jay's POV
London felt different when I stepped out with Keifer beside me.
The air was cold, a soft breeze brushing against my cheeks, but his coat around my shoulders made everything warm. The city looked like something straight out of a movie—old buildings, busy streets, red buses passing by, people walking fast like they had stories to chase.
"First time in London?" he asked, glancing at me.
I nodded, eyes wide. "First time… and it already feels unreal."
He smiled, that quiet smile he always wore when he was genuinely happy.
"Then I'll make sure you remember it forever."
We started walking, fingers intertwined, like we belonged there.
Big Ben & The Thames
When I saw Big Ben for the first time, I actually stopped walking.
"Oh my God," I whispered. "It's huge."
Keifer laughed softly. "That's the usual reaction."
I pulled my phone out immediately. "Don't move. I need pictures."
He raised an eyebrow. "Of me or the clock?"
"Both," I said proudly.
As I took pictures, he stood there patiently, hands in his pockets, watching me instead of the camera.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.
"Because you look happier than I've ever seen you," he replied.
That made my heart skip.
We walked along the Thames after that, the water reflecting the cloudy sky. I leaned on the railing, watching boats pass.
"Thank you," I said suddenly.
"For?" he asked.
"For bringing me here. For today. For… everything."
He turned serious for a moment.
"I don't want you thanking me, Jay. I want you enjoying it."
I smiled. "Then I am. A lot."
London Streets & Coffee Stops
We wandered through the streets with no real destination. Small cafés, bookstores, people playing music on the sidewalks—it all felt alive.
We stopped for coffee, this time with him paying, and I teased him endlessly.
"So," I said, sipping my drink, "no objections to Mrs. Watson ordering coffee now?"
He leaned closer. "Careful. You're getting used to that title."
I shrugged innocently. "Not my fault people believe it."
He laughed, shaking his head. "You're trouble."
"The best kind," I replied.
The London Eye
When we reached the London Eye, I hesitated.
"It's… really high," I muttered.
Keifer noticed immediately. "Scared?"
"Just a little," I admitted.
Without a word, he squeezed my hand.
"I've got you."
Inside the capsule, the city slowly spread beneath us. At first, I held onto his arm tightly, but as we went higher, fear turned into awe.
"Keifer," I whispered, looking out, "this is beautiful."
He looked at me instead of the view.
"You are."
I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks warmed anyway.
Evening Walk & Quiet Moments
As evening approached, the city lights slowly turned on, glowing softly against the darkening sky. London at night felt calm, almost magical.
We walked slower now, tired but content.
"I don't want today to end," I said quietly.
He stopped walking and faced me.
"Then let's remember it like this."
He brushed a strand of hair from my face, resting his forehead against mine.
"No meetings. No company. No rules," he said. "Just us."
I nodded, heart full.
"Just us."
For the first time since coming to London, I didn't feel nervous or out of place.
I felt… home.