Luckily, the past couple of nights I have not heard piano keys at two in the morning, which incredibly helped my sleep schedule. I have two days until I start "official" business, and this entire week I had been going and being a tourist: going to the eye, the British Museum, and the palace. I even did the Harry Potter set tour, which was AMAZING. All this time out I really only knew about the deli and coffee shop close to my house, so I decided today I would venture out to see what else was around here.

I had actually gone grocery shopping, and I got a coffee maker, so I could have food at coffee at home now. I liked coffee shops, but I definitely preferred having coffee at my own house. I would sit in my living room and look outside, drinking coffee. I have been settling down pretty well here. I was done unpacking, thank goodness. So now all that was left were these two days before work. Once I finished my coffee I got dressed. I put on beige jeans and then a soft blue button-up blouse, with my sneakers and my hair back in a claw clip. I grabbed my purse and headed out.

I knew I wanted to buy a new record player for my apartment. I had one back home, but it was teal, and I wanted to get a beige one. I knew there was a music store close by, so I walked to it.

Along the way, I found a bakery, a cute little boutique, and a bookstore that I would definitely go to after this. I made it to the music store. Flores Music. When I opened the store a small bell sound rang, and the sound of a guitar playing was in the background. At the cash register was a sweet little old man.

"Hello, pretty lady."

I smiled at him. He was probably in his late sixties or early seventies.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could get a record player here."

"Yes, yes of course they're over here in the back."

I listened to the guitar in the background. From what I could make out of it, I believed it was here comes the sun. I had always loved that song. When I was little, and was on my London craze, along with One Direction, I was obsessed with the Beatles, and along with strawberry fields forever and Hey Jude it was one of my top three.

"I love that song, it has always been one of my favorites," I said as we walked closer to the sound.

"Oh yes, my grandson has always been fond of the Beatles, he's been playing that song since he was a boy."

"Your grandson works here," I asked.

"Yes, I told him he didn't have to, but he insisted, to be honest, he doesn't do much work, he really just sits back there and plays."

I laughed.

"Kit this young lady would like to get a record player."

Kit? It couldn't be. There are tons of British people named Kit.

"I'll help her pops."

I heard a familiar voice. Great. Of course, he works here and he is the grandson of a very sweet old man.

Kit turned the corner and then stopped in his tracks.

"Oh, hello."

I coughed, "Um, hi."

"Do you two know each other?" His grandpa asked.

I stood there awkwardly, not saying anything.

"Um yeah pops, we actually live in the same apartment building."

"Oh those are lovely places, I have been a couple of times, those stairs though, wear an old man out."

I laughed, "I understand, it wears a young woman out."

He laughed and walked over to the shelf by Kit.

"Here they are, which type would you like?"

"Um, I think I want the tan victrola one."

"Kit, will you get that down for me," the old man said, pointing to a shelf he couldn't reach.

Kit, though, easily grabbed it and started to carry it to the front.

"Did you want to buy any records, I have some Beatle ones downstairs, we can go look," the old man said.

"Yes, I would love that," I started to follow him, "also, I haven't asked your name yet."

He turned and looked at me, "You can call me Mailon."

"Okay Mailon, let's go." I smiled and followed him down the stairs.

When we got down to the basement, there were two long rows of records on both walls and in the middle a vintage record player.

"Wow, Mailon, this record player."

It was a large dark oak cabinet, that opened at the top, and on the inside was the turntable.

"She's a beaut, isn't she," he said walking up to it, "I have had her since I was a boy."

"Has your family always loved music?" I asked.

He nodded, "Every Flores child could play the guitar by the time they were five, music has just always been there for all of us."

I smiled, "That's amazing, I wish I could play guitar, I've tried, but I am not a very good teacher to myself."

"Kit could teach you."

Nope. No way.

"I don't want to bother him with that, plus I don't know if I could afford guitar lessons right now."

"Oh please, free of charge, he needs to find something else to do here besides play the guitar himself."

"I just-," I was trying to figure out any excuse in my mind, but Mailon seemed so excited by the idea of it, "I don't know if I have the time."

"Come whenever you can, if he's not here, I will teach you, but I don't think I would be as good of a teacher."

I would prefer Mailon over Kit, but it seems he would find a solution to every excuse I said, so very hesitantly I agreed.

"Okay, I guess I'll do it."

Mailon smiled, "Perfect, now let's get you some records."

When we got back upstairs I got the Magical Mystery Tour Vinyl, the Help! Vinyl, and the Blue Album Vinyl. I also couldn't resist and got the Four Vinyl of One Direction. (He put it in for free, so I couldn't refuse.) I was hoping Mailon wouldn't bring up the whole "guitar lesson thing" in front of Kit. I knew he would definitely not want to do it, and I didn't want to have to deal with that.

"Kit, I have found the best new activity for you."

Dang it. Well, I guess I get to deal with the embarrassment.

"What's that pops."

"I want you to teach Daphne to play guitar."

No response. I didn't know where he was in the store, but wherever he was, he stood quiet, not even wanting to answer.

"Kit, did you hear me."

"Yeh I heard you."

I jumped, the voice came from right behind me. I looked over my shoulder and was met with shoulder. Kit was standing almost on top of me. His smell intoxicated me, a mix of laundry detergent and cologne.

"Well hello there," I scooted over so there was more distance between us.

"What do you think of the idea?" Mailon asked.

"Well, fine, but Pops why can't you?"

"I don't think Daphne wants an old man like me trying to teach her guitar, you are young and you are way better than me."

"I guess I'll do it."

"Perfect, Daphne when do you think you could start?"

"Um tomorrow, maybe."

"Great, Kit will meet you here at 4:30?"

I looked at Kit and he nodded.

"Sure."

"Good, now I'll ring you out over here."

He finished checking out my things, I know for a fact he made the prices smaller, but I wasn't going to say anything.

"I'm excited to get to see you around more, you seem like a lovely girl."

"Thank you Mailon, I can't wait to see you too."

I grabbed the box and the records, which were a little heavier than I thought and started towards the door.

"Are you going to be fine carrying that home?" Mailon asked.

"Ye-," as I said it was fine the records started to slip from the top of the box.

"Let me get Kit to help you home."

"No that really isn't necessary." I had said, but it was too late he was already off to get Kit.

I thought about just running out the door, but they would have heard me leave, so I just stood there, my left arm giving out on me, waiting for them to get back.

Mailon and Kit came walking up, and Kit looked irritated.

"Thank y-"

"Just give me the box," he said, grabbing the box and records from my hands. Instant relief, but that didn't matter because Kit had just been a jerk, and he was already out the door.

"Bye Mailon, nice to meet you!" I said quickly so I could run after Kit.

What I thought, was going to be a chase, was just him standing in front of the store.

"Oh, good, I can take the box," I said trying to take the box from him.

"I got it." He said pulling the box away.

"Just let me, please."

He looked at me and then at the box. "Fine."

He handed me the box and the weight slumped in my arms.

"Thank you." I started to walk away and then he followed me.

"What are you doing?" I stopped.

"My shifts over, I am walking home."

"Oh, well, fine."

We started walking down the road together and I kept on having the readjust myself to shift the weight.

"Are you ok?" Kit said, with a small hint of humor behind it.

I stood myself up straight, "Never better," as I said that the records started to fall again.

Kit stopped to grab them, "Common just give me the box."

"No."

He looked confused, "Why, you are obviously struggling."

"I can do it."

He rolled his eyes, "Daph just let me do it."

Did he just call me Daph? He was not allowed to call me that. Only my family.

"You are not allowed to call me that."

"You are getting off subject, just give me the box."

I reluctantly handed him the box, "Still I don't want you to call me that."

"Why not?"

"Because," I paused, "It's what my close friends call me and you are not my close friend."

He walked in silence for a moment.

"Fine, Daphne," my name rolled off his lips, "I won't call you that anymore."

"Thank you."

"I'm going to need another nickname though." He said with a smirk.

"Just call me Daphne," I said, annoyed. We were about three minutes from our apartment.

"I like nicknames, I don't even call my grandpa, grandpa," he said with a shrug, the weight of the box seemed to do nothing to him. Which I would have guessed, considering the amount of arm muscle he had.

"I don't have any other names."

"What's your middle name?"

I groaned, "I hate my middle name."

"Why?"

"It is not where near as cool as my first name."

"I hate to break it to you, but there are many Daphnes' in London."

He had a point.

"Well, not in America, there it was unique, I love it.

"Just tell me your middle name," he said as we approached the door of our apartment.

"Just call me Daphne, it is not that big of a deal."

He put the box and the records in his left arm and opened the door for me. If I had tried to do that, I would have broken my brand-new record player.

"Fine, I will compromise," he said as we walked up the many, many flights of stairs.

"Instead of Daphne," he paused, almost to think, "I'll call you Daffodil."

"What?" I said with a confused look on my face.

"Daphne sounds like Daffodil, if you don't want me to call you by your middle name or Daph, then Daffodil it is."

I paused for a moment. I guess it was better than him using my middle name or Daph.

"Also this is coming with me if you say no," he pointed to the record player.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine," I walked towards my door and let him in.

He gave me a smug smile as he walked in and placed the record player on my kitchen counter. I stayed put at the door so he would leave. He walked towards me and out the door. Right before I closed it he smiled and said, "See you tomorrow Daffodil."