Brighton isn't bad. I had my breakfast at a Starbucks this morning, which was actually quite comfortable and yummy. After that, I picked up Estee from the station and walked through town with her. We sat down at the beach for a while, and after that I took her to my hotel room. Just for her to see it, mind you. It didn't take long for her to view the small but comfy bed, the en-suite shower and the builders obscuring the view at the window. Builders with a posh accent by the way – quite bizarre. So we were left to conversation again, really. She told me she liked the shower and that she hadn't enjoyed the one at Crawley. So I proposed she used this one, while I went for a walk. Of course she declined. Then I introduced her to my favourite Dutch tea (Zonnatura), that I had brought. And as we sat silently on the bed, next to each other, sipping tea.. The tension, whatever it was exactly, could be cut with a knife. I thought about maybe giving her a kiss, but couldn't move. What she thought I will never know. When she went back to the station and back to Three Bridges, I really didn't want to lose her though. So I went all the way with her. To Three Bridges, that is. Then I went back. And to bed. I dreamt about her being there too, close enough to hold onto.

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