"Hey pretty girl," Meera squeaks as I meet her outside my room door. "Geez I told you a breakfast date, not a fashion show."
I chuckle and engulf her in a hug before we begin walking. Denzel was still fast asleep and no, nothing happened. He slept with his back facing me and we had two separate sheets.
"I see you took out my cornrows. Your natural hair has grown."
"I think your hand goes with my hair well, I'll have to hire you once we get back to New York."
"Oh you know it." She grins.
Meera did most of the talking as we walked to the cafe that she visited. The streets of Greece were so lively, yet everything flowed unlike New York.
The air smelt like warm donuts, and I was hoping it was just because we were getting closer, or else I'd have to move to Greece.
The cafe was just
