English Breakfast

Elara:

I pull my dead phone and the tangled charging cord from my bag, plugging it into the wall outlet near the nightstand. I need to give it a decent charge. Miss Clarice is probably pacing a hole in the floor back home. I need to call her, tell her I made it to London in one piece, and maybe spill a few details about my new friend Rocco and my first actual night out in a bustling city. She woul