Elsie
Kellan and I have been in London for two days. I love seeing the city, but I have been feeling a little lonely since we came here. Kellan leaves at seven o’clock in the morning and doesn’t return until after seven o’clock in the evening. I know he can’t help it because he is here to work. He only has tomorrow to work, and then we fly to Paris the next day. I am so damn excited for it! I never thought I would be visiting places like London and Paris.
I have been trying to keep myself busy while he has been at work, but I am a little on edge, wandering around a city on my own that I don’t know. I haven’t ventured too far, scared in case I got lost.

I had done a little sightseeing and shopping today, but now I was back at the hotel, unsure what to do with myself. I have finished the book I was reading. I meant to pick a new one up while I was out, but I forgot. To be honest, I am bored. I felt terrible about it because I should be enjoying the city, but seeing it alone wasn’t the same. I wouldn’t tell Kellan that, though, because the last thing I want is for him to feel guilty, which he would if he knew.
I am happy to be here with him, rather than back home because I would miss him like crazy. I grab my cell and climb onto the bed. I scroll through my apps, finding kindle. I have a lot of books on there, but I prefer to have a physical copy in my hand, but for now, the eBooks will need to do.
I get comfortable, trailing through my list, but before I have a chance to pick one, my cell starts to ring. I smile, seeing Kellan’s name and photo flash on my screen. I quickly answer.
“Hey, handsome.” I coo.
“Hey, my love. What are you doing?”
“Lying in bed, reading.” I snicker.

“What? Why? I thought you be out.” he seems genuinely surprised.
“I was, but I am back now.”
I hear him sight, “Angel, I am sorry you have been alone so much over the last couple of days.”
“No, it is okay. You need to work. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I hate I haven’t been around. I am going to cut today short. We can go out for dinner and drinks. I will be home in two hours.” He says.
We haven’t even been out for dinner since we got here. We have been ordering room service, which I didn’t mind because I knew he was tired.
“Babe, you don’t need to do that for me.” I protest.
“I want to.” His voice is firmer this time.
“Okay. I would love that.” I gush.
It would be nice to have a date night.
“Me too, sweetheart. I need to go, but I promise to be back in a couple of hours. I love you.”
My heart still pounds in my chest whenever he says those words to me.
“I love you too, Kellan. See you soon.”
We end the call. I am excited to spend the night with my man, out and about. Luckily, I brought clothes with me suitable for dinner since we are going to Paris. I wanted to look my best in a city so fashionable.
***
I was ready. All I had to do was put my dress on. I am still in sweats at the moment. Kellan isn’t back yet. He said two hours; it has nearly been three now. I am beginning to think he had forgotten about me. I sigh, pour a glass of wine and head out to the balcony, which is connected to our room. I am trying my best not to be too disappointed or annoyed. If he isn’t back soon, there is no point on us going out.
I take a seat, bring my knees to my chest and take a sip from my glass. I watch the city go by, hoping for Kellan to come back. He hadn’t even been in touch to tell me he was running late or we needed to cancel. If he told me, then maybe I wouldn’t be as bothered. He didn’t, and I just spent the last nearly two hours getting myself ready, wanting to look my best for a date with my man.
After twenty minutes or so, I hear the hotel door open.
“Elsie, I am here. I am so sorry.” He calls out.
I don’t bother moving to greet him or respond.
“Elsie, where are you?” he asks.
“Balcony,” I answer simply.
He soon appears in front of me, and I glance up at him.
“Babe, I am so sorry. I tried to get away, but I couldn’t. Give me ten minutes, and I will be ready.” he says.
“Is there even any point now?” I sigh, shaking my head.
I stand, entering the room again.
“Are you mad at me?” I hear from behind me.
“You couldn’t have taken two seconds to text to tell me you would be running late?” the annoyance in my voice is evident.
He sighs, running his fingers through his hair, “I was working. I couldn’t. I am sorry, Elsie, but sometimes these things happen.”
“Yes, and I understand that, but you were the one who suggested we have a date night. You were the one who said you would end the meeting soon. You said two hours. It has now been over three.” I snap.
“And I meant it when I said it. Elsie, please don’t be mad at me. I came back as quickly as I could.” he replies sadly.
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. I am not in the mood anymore.”
I rush to the bathroom, locking it behind me. I take my make up off and pull my hair into a messy bun. Maybe I am overreacting, but he promised.
“Elsie, sweetheart, please open the door. We can still go for dinner. It isn’t too late.” He pleads, knocking on the door.
I unlock it, stepping out, “No.” I state simply, heading over to the bed and climbing onto it.
I grab my cell and start reading my book.
“You seriously don’t want to go out anymore?” he snaps.
“Does it look like it?” sarcasm drips from every word.
“Whatever. I don’t need this shit, not tonight.” He hissed and stormed out of the room.
What right does he have to be mad? He is the one that broke his promise. I haven’t spoken a single word about how lonely I have been feeling to him since we got here because I understand he is here to work, but he shouldn’t have suggested if he couldn’t stick to it.
I close my eyes, drawing in a breath and letting it out, calming myself down. He will return when he is ready; until then, I wouldn’t even bother calling him. I hate fighting with him, especially since it isn’t something we often do, but I was excited for our night together, and he let me down. How else does he expect me to react?
I am sure by tomorrow morning, all will be forgiven and forgotten.