the last smile
my last night hanging out with felix, he told me his favorite look of me… was after all the fun and shenanigans, when i realized that i was stuck… and stuck with them with no where to go, no place to stay (as I was only booked for one night), and had no options left (as I missed my flight back to Amsterdam (where half my luggage was) the day prior).
around the corner from where i was dubbed “the thai princess” and we got kicked out of these lovers’ motel room, we stumbled into st. george’s hotel… where all i asked for was a simple room, simple accomodations.
they booked me the penthouse suite
“this is your style, no?”
i leered at him, nearly $600 later, and jabbed him for snoring so loudly before reminding him to go catch his own flight back to germany.
this was the view in the morning, just a couple hours after we checked in, and half an hour after he parted ways…
of course, i’ll remember london.
