Alastair

On May 12th, the streets of London grew crowded as usual. It was gloomy morning with mild weather. People were walking around – busy of their own errands – but scarfs were still a must to wear every day. Some young men with their business, some students with books in their hands, some workers opened their stall, few tourists from other country, everyone was busy of their own business. A red double-decker bus, which is a symbol of London, were busy to accompanied people in this morning. The mild wind puffed along the streets, making the United Kingdom flags flutter lightly. There are few pigeons had stayed before flew again to the sky of London. A tall man with American-looking features—sharp jawline, light-medium skin, dark brown hair, and his warmth hazel color of his eyes—His name is Alastair Orville. He was walking along the cobblestone streets while taking a sip of hot coffee he had bought before. His plaid pattern of black and grey scarf is fluttered by the wind. He tighten the scarf around his neck and looked through his watch. It’s 8.00 A.M. He had about 20 minutes left to arrive at his university, Imperial College London. After his last project by submit his research on policy paper and doing capstone project—teamwork project to solving some social issues—and he passed with perfect score. And for now, he can feel more relax and wait for his graduation as Master of Public Policy. The good news is, two months later, he will have moved into Edinburgh and got his new job into privately-owned company. He walked into London underground station. He can hear the announcement of departure chime clearly for the train that was about to depart. He walked briskly toward the train that will be going to South Keshington. He was choosing to enjoy his coffee when suddenly his phone rang of notification. He pulled out his phone—a message from his friend, James. Picture sent. James: “Arabella already in London, huh?” Alastair froze as he saw a picture of the girl he had known