Without a moments consideration I answered “you bet I am! I can’t say no to boba.” “Oh, but is it fine if my friend comes along?” “Yeah, no problem.” We walked along the small pavement to an area of London that I didn’t know. We passed Georgian houses that were ornately decorated, shops with owners shouting their wares: watches, meat, fish and even some old haberdasheries. “Meals for kings!” one of the owners shouted. I could almost taste the meals and freshly squeezed juices. As I walked past, I fingered some soft fabric. It felt like clouds. I wanted to go in all the shops but I didn’t dare ask. We finally reached a sign with a boba tea icon on it. The shop was almost empty apart from a boy. He was tall, I couldn’t quite make out his face as it was covered in blonde hair. He wore a khaki hat. Tasha called him, he turned around and I noticed piercing blue eyes. I ducked behind Tasha. “What’s the matter?” she asked. “Him!” I said, pointing at the boy. “You mean James? He’s not that scary! Once you get to know him.” Tasha grinned again as if I didn’t know anything. “Comon, meet him.” I trapsed after her begrudgingly, hoping he wouldn’t recognise me.
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