Pria nodded along. She did remember Tilburg, and it's distance. It was a flight she was bound to make once in her life. But she wouldn't stop mom by saying that. Pria just smiled, nodded and ate as her and her mother talked about Uncle Ben. Afterwards the conversation trailed around, as conversations do. From uncle Ben to other people they knew on their trips. That lady with the horrible wig, that one gentleman with the 3 legged dog. They talked about their days and what they had done, who they saw. They talked about little things that mattered and ones that didn't. At some point the kettle was put on and Pria found a mug of hot-chocolate in her hands. After that was done and their topics exhausted, Pria found he way back to her room. She spent the night popping in the address of her client's into her glasses so she wouldn't get lost. She dig up Uncle Ben's number so she didn't embarrass herself by asking mom for it. She wrote down the day in her little cheap journal and threw it back in her bag. It wasn't terribly late but she had an early day ahead of her, so she set her morning alarm, and found her bed.

It took her a while to finally drift off to sleep, but she did so with a smile on her face. 

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The next morning Pria was up and ready in no time. She wasn't exactly a morning person but she was excited about today. She just had some toast for breakfast and grabbed some granola bars to throw in her bag. She caught her mom just before she left for work, and gave her a peck on the cheek. "See you later mum, have a good day!"

She set out, leaving a fair 10 minutes of wiggle time before getting to her destination. Despite having a constantly updating path on her eye wear, she wasn't keen on being late in any situation. After arriving at the rather upscale location, she rung to be let in.