Azariah had sent her email asking for confirmation, and then she actually took a nap.  She wasn’t much of one for napping normally but between travel, the uncertainty of the past few days and the amount of food she had eaten.  She woke sometime later to find a reply to her email asking for confirmation of their dinner date.  

To:Adrian 
From: Azariah 
Subject: Re: Its a date...


Adrian, 

Oh Thank God! Please do not misunderstand me I am very much looking forward to meeting you, but I seemed to have misjudged my stamina for so many back to back activities.  I do hope everything is alright, I haven’t heard much from you the last few days, and I have to be honest, I would have thought at least the video of my failure to master chopsticks would have gotten at least SOME reaction.  I am very much looking forward to our meeting tomorrow, although I can’t think of stranger circumstances under which to meet.  Although I am fairly certain that it will one day be a humorous story for you to tell your children.  “Did I ever tell you the time I met with an American woman to find a way to convince your grandmother not to marry us off to each other? And that dear children is why we do not let Grandmother have more than a single glass of sherry.”   I should probably sign off now and get more rest, today was a lot of fun but incredibly exhausting.  I do wish you had been there, you might have enjoyed it! Rest well my friend. 

Azariah


She sent the email and then forced herself to get out of the bed so that she could shower and change into her night clothes.  Tomorrow would be another big day.  She had lots of the city to explore before her date.  She would be returning home soon and wanted to see as much as she could. 

She woke the next morning, she showered and dressed again.  She wore jeans, and a flowing shirt as she slipped her feet into a pair of flats.   She didn't bother with makeup today other than a quick swipe of lip gloss.  She put her sunglasses on her face, slipped her credit cards, ID, cell phone and keys into her pockets and headed out.  The first stop on her tour of London was The pathology Museum at St. Bartholomew's.  She found this kind of thing endlessly intriguing.  She finished her tour and grabbed a quick snack from a street vendor as she walked the streets of London.  She ended up taking a cab to Bond Street to do some shopping.  

She walked from store to store, enjoying her time as she shopped.  She bought nothing, she wasn't really looking for anything in particular.  She did try on a few gowns that would have been perfect for some of the fundraising gala's she attended from time to time, but decided against them.   She was, in the back of her head planning an entirely different way of life for herself.  She stayed until about 3 before she reluctantly headed back to the hotel.  There was seven hours before her dinner with Adrian, but she wanted to take a nap.   

She napped for a few hours, waking up around 6.  She then ran a bath.  She scrubbed, exfoliated, shaved, buffed and otherwise did everything she could to look her best. She got out of the bath and wrapped herself in a fluffy robe, so she could go and see what it was he had sent for her to wear.  She would create her entire look this evening around whatever it was.