"That grease is going to clog your arteries," Angel pointed out."I'm an old man and I just want to enjoy my food," Martin grumbled, "Stop ruining it f...r me."Angel immediately dropped the subject of Martin's impending heart attack. "Why did you want to talk about Mia?" Angel asked as she took a bite of her salad."I think she's doing well right now," Martin said, "There's no need for her to go live with you. Your mother and I can continue to take care of her."Angel was stunned that he would. I expected the owner to be some crusty old judge or something. To my surprise, we were greeted by a tall, young guy who was dressed in shorts only and was mid-way through shaving. His face was all lathered and he stood there looking quite delicious with a razor in his hand. He had short hair, rather nice blue eyes and was nicely toned all over. He was mid-thirties at a guess and made no attempt to hide the fact that he was checking us out. A girl knows when a guy likes what he sees and this man. ’ I could tell I was blushing. It had been a long time since I had been seated across from a man at a breakfast table, let alone one that looked like he wanted me for breakfast. ‘I think it’s a gift. I can tell when you are happy, sad, nervous, or embarrassed. I bet it’s easy to see when you are pleased.’ This was said in almost a whisper. Almost as though he didn’t realize he was speaking out loud. I felt my heart beat faster. ‘Yes, it’s always easy to see exactly how I feel at any given. I walk the streets of London hoping to see two familiar faces. I am searching for Goliath and his boss.Since the day my mother-in-law visited me. Every night, once darkness falls, I am like a vampire, who comes out only at night. The only place you will find me is in the West End. From Wood Green Station the train takes me to Covent Garden. From there I have a pattern I follow. I start Walking to Charing Cross then to Leicester Square. I take a break at Piccadilly Circus. There I sit at one of.