Obsessed

Chapter 4

Day two in los Angeles

On the second day of exploring LA, Charlotte woke up early on a sunny Saturday morning, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep. She stretched her arms and yawned, feeling the warmth of the sun peeking through the blinds. She got out of bed and began to get ready for the day, excitement building up in her chest, while she brushed her teeth and washed her face, she thought about all the fun things she could do on her second day in LA. She had always wanted to visit the famous Venice Beach Boardwalk. She had heard so much about the vibrant street performers, eclectic shops, and stunning ocean views.

She quickly got dressed in a comfortable pair of bright yellow t-shirt and a loose fitted short, her visor and sunglasses, she grabbed her camera and phone, and headed out to meet with her chauffeur, who will be accompanying her while she explored.

The drive to the observatory was scenic, with the sun shining down on her and the wind blowing through her hair. She felt carefree and alive, singing along to her favorite songs on the radio.

As she walked along the boardwalk, she was struck by the lively atmosphere and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

She stopped to watch a street performer juggling fire.

"Wow, this guy is amazing!" The tall stranger that stood beside her exclaimed.

"I know, right?" She replied, laughing. "I've never seen anyone juggle fire like that before."

Charlotte and the stranger who stood there for a few minutes, watching the performance

“I'm Desmond, how about you?”

Please pardon my manners.

“I'm Charlotte and that is my chauffeur, " she said pointing at Mr Thompson who stood by the car waiting for her, like she literally left him to look at the performer that juggled fire.

“Nice to meet you charlotte”

Nice to meet you too Desmond.

Charlotte strolled down the beach with her newly found friend. She couldn't help but notice the beautiful scenery around them. . They walked side by side, taking in the sights and sounds, and enjoying each other's company.

As they walked, they talked about everything from their favorite books and movies to their childhood memories and dreams. Charlotte was surprised by how much she had in common with Desmond, and she found herself feeling more and more comfortable around him.

Time was far spent, but Charlotte was so deep in her conversation with Desmond that she barely noticed. They walked into a barbecue cafe along the shore and ordered a meal. Charlotte got a barbecue plate and a glass of juice.

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the ocean, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing.

They walked out to the end of the pier, and Charlotte felt the cool ocean breeze in her hair. Desmond stood beside her, and they both gazed out at the sea.

The stars began to twinkle in the sky, Charlotte realized that the night was coming to a close. She didn't want the evening to end, but she knew she had to get back to her car. Desmond walked her back to the parking lot, and as they stood beside her car, he turned to her and smiled.

"I had a great time tonight," he said. "Would you like to do it again sometime?"

Charlotte smiled back, feeling a spark of excitement. "I'd love to," she said.

Desmond pulled out his phone and asked for her number. Charlotte gave it to him, and he programmed it into his phone. "I'll text you tomorrow," he said. "Maybe we can plan something for the weekend?"

Charlotte nodded, feeling happy and excited. "Sounds good to me," she said.

As they said their goodbyes, Desmond leaned in and hugged her. Charlotte felt a rush of feelings, and she hugged him back. They stood there for a moment, holding each other, and then Desmond pulled back and smiled.

"Drive safe," he said. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Charlotte smiled and nodded, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. She got into her car and started the engine, feeling happy and content. As she drove away, she Wondered what her future held for her and Desmond.

She stepped into the car and closed the door, and then the chauffeur drove away.

“Day two in Los Angeles was a blast, at this point I think this is the only way I can ease off the stress”. Charlotte thought to herself. “I wish that every day of my stay In Los Angeles could be as exciting and carefree as this one had been.” She picked up her journal with a happy smile and began to write about all the amazing things she had done and seen. As she scribbled down her thoughts and memories, When finished writing, she slipped the journal back into her bag, feeling content and already looking forward to the next day's adventures.

She stopped by The Coffee Corner in The Original Farmers Market to pick up a freshly brewed coffee to go, which she planned to enjoy with her dinner.

The car finally pulled up to the entrance of the luxurious Grand Hotel, its sleek wheels coming to a smooth stop on the polished driveway. Charlotte stepped out of the car, , she couldn't wait to head straight to her room and indulge in the delicious dinner that was waiting for her. With a spring in her step, she walked towards the hotel's entrance, her eyes fixed on the warm and inviting lobby that beckoned her to come inside. As she pushed through the revolving doors, she was greeted by the friendly face of the hotel's concierge, who welcomed her with a warm smile and a courteous nod. Charlotte smiled back, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over her as she made her way to the elevator, her stomach growling with anticipation of the tasty meal that awaited her. She pressed the button for her floor, and as the doors slid open, she stepped out into the quiet corridor, her eyes scanning the numbered doors until she found her own. With a happy sigh, she inserted her key card into the slot, and pushed open the door to her room, where a steaming hot dinner was waiting for her.