Three Years Later
Autumn looked outside the window of the taxi, smiling as she drove past a red telephone box. She let out a sigh. It was good to be home. She was so used to the streets of busy New York, it was almost a completely new thing to be back in London again. When she arrived at her destination, she payed the taxi driver with the correct money, making sure she left him a tip. She hopped out of the car, entering the nice café in the corner of the busy streets.
The café was full of businessmen and women, all dressed nicely in suits. Autumn clearly did not fit in with them, only wearing a nice floral dress. Her favourite. She made sure she looked extra nice today, since she was meeting with an old friend once again after so long. A waitress soon came to her table with a pen and not
