Personal Narrative: The Day I Would Happen

When I woke up it was 2:30 pm. Rush hour would start in about half an hour so I will have to be quick. I quickly change to get rid of my now pyjamas and head straight out of the door. Again.
I take a taxi, not wanting to bother the hotel people by making them order me a car. Partially because it would take hours for it to come, but let 's pretend that was the real reason. I would have to get one though if I was planning on staying here all these days.
I tell the driver to take me to the best shopping centre in town and so he does, at least I think.
He brings me to The Grove. I thankì him, pay him and go out. Luckily for me there are almost no people inside. I visit a few stores, getting some pieces of clothing here and there and at about 5,

They sit two tables from mine and I have a perfect visual of the girl. I keep looking at her until the waitress comes over to take their orders, blocking my view.
I mentally slap myself. What are you doing?! You 're just staring at that girl like she 's a piece of meat. Pull yourself together mate!
I tried doing exactly that. As her friends start talking about God knows what, with a bored expression on her face, she looks towards my direction.
My eyes go bright. I smile and slightly wave my right hand at her. She smiles back and without hesitation she just stands up and starts walking over to me.
Her two friends don 't notice a thing and keep talking, while she gets closer and closer. Once arrived at her destination, she sits in the seat opposite mine. I smile and look at her a bit puzzled, but intrigued.
"I hope you don 't mind" she starts "those two are talking about manicures and I 'm not one for those". Her accent. It isn 't american at all. It seems british, actually.
"So I see" I respond.
"You 're not from around here are you?" she asks.
I shake my head.
She smirks and whispers "I knew it"
"Well, by your accent I 'd say you 're not from here either"
"You 're right, I 'm not. But I sure as hell am here longer than