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immediately regretted my decision. The Tube was surprisingly overcrowded for a Monday afternoon and it was only 1pm so I hadn’t anticipated the rush hour crowd.
    The Tube announcements went off, “Please mind the closing doors.” I managed to slide myself through the doors just before they fully shut. It was baking hot and the smell in the carriage was overpowering. I took a few deep breaths to avoid passing out. You would have thought that people had never heard of Colgate, Listerine, Sure, plain old soap and fucking water.
    To make matters worse the driver kept stopping in the tunnel, a twenty-four minute journey ended up taking frigging forty-eight minutes. Why? All because some stupid loser decided to throw himself in front of a train at Stockwell station. I mean if you wanna kill yourself do it in your own time. When we finally arrived at my stop I was so relieved. I promised myself that would be the last time I ever stepped foot on the Tube again. The Northern Line was bloody diabolical!
    My journey had left me feeling sticky and lethargic. I wasn’t even in the mood for shopping anymore. I just wanted to freshen up ASAP. Finally inside the Royal Exchange, I walked past a plethora of luxury brands and headed directly for the toilets. I always carried wet wipes with me and pulled them out of my bag to cleanse my face before wiping my underarms. I sprayed Versace Crystal Noir all over myself, immediately releasing notes of gardenia and amber in the room and instantly felt refreshed.
    I applied gloss to my lips but didn’t re-apply my make-up, after what I had been through I needed my skin to breathe. Not prepared to mix with a big crowd just yet and feeling quite parched I choose to go to the Grand Café. I found a seat and ordered a cup of tea. It felt good being away from the hustle and bustle of the shoppers.
    “Assariyah.”
    I turned around to see who called my name and was taken aback to see Cameron standing behind me. He was about 5ft 11” in height with a medium build. With his light caramel skin and deep smooth waves on his head, he looked good but was not really my type. What were the chances of us bumping into each other a couple of days after we had originally met?
    “Hey Cameron, I guess it really is a small world after all,” I said, with a smile.
    “Actually I’ve found it is a pretty big world,” he replied in jest.
    “Haha, so what brings you to the Exchange?” I asked him.
    “My office is only a ten minute walk from here so when time permits, I like to take advantage. Let me guess, you’re here to shop,” he concluded.
    “Actually I’m here for tea,” I said, pointing to the cup on the table.
    “Touché,” he said, laughing.
    Cameron ordered a drink and sat through thirty minutes of me moaning about the nightmare journey that I had encountered. He empathised with me and encouraged me to go shopping to cheer myself up. I told him that I wasn’t really in the mood but would go if he promised to tag along.
    He placed his hand on the small of my back pushing me gently, “Let’s go,” he agreed.
    Agent Provocateur was the first stop. I needed some super sexy lingerie. I had plans to get inside Tyler’s bed so I needed to be prepared. I hadn’t spoken to him since the night I left him at the party but was unable to get him out of my head and was determined to get it on and popping with him. There was so much to choose from in the shop but in the end I opted for the hornette playsuit which was cut out at the waist and hips, leaving very little to the imagination and I loved it. Whilst paying for my new purchase I fantasised about all the freaky positions I wanted to be in. Tyler was definitely getting a call from me that night.
    “Damn! Whoever has you in his life is one lucky man and I’d be even luckier if you were my girl.” I was surprised by his random outburst.
    “Okay Cameron where is this coming from? Shouldn’t you be saying this to Jasmina? You know, the girl you