For @cheyenne-melton 
The plane has just landed. We have flown from L.A. to London for vacation. "This is going to be the best vacation ever," I say. We walked out of the airport as Ross hailed a taxi. 

"Yes, it is," he says. We get into the taxi and drive off to the hotel that we were staying in. Once we're checked in and have our bags and our room, I turn to Ross.

"So what are we going to do now," I say.

"What would you like to do?" he asks. 

"Hmm..." I think. My stomach growls. "Let's go get food, I'm really hungry."

"Well let's go," he says. He takes my hand and we walk out of our room to find another taxi to drive us off to a restaurant. 

"Where are we going to eat?" I ask.

"I don't know what's here," he says. "How about we just ask the taxi driver where the best place to eat is?"

"Sounds like a good idea," I say. Once we hailed a taxi, we get in.

"Where to?" the taxi driver asks.

"Where's the best place to eat around here," Ross asks. The taxi driver tells us about the place. "Sounds good. Would you take us there?"

"Of course," the taxi driver says. He drives us off to the place. I am really tired from the flight here. I lay my head on Ross's shoulder and close my eyes. "Here you are," the taxi driver says. 

"Thank you," Ross pays the man while I wait for him.

"Ready," he asks.

"Yep," I say. I take his hand and we start walking into the restaurant. 

"Are you tired?" Ross asks. 

"Very. The plane ride has made me really tired," I say. 

"How about we eat, then go back to the hotel after that. I'm tired too," he says.

"Sounds like a good idea," I say. "We can check out the town tomorrow." We walk into the restaurant to eat.
Sorry it isn't that great. Hope you like it.

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