Instead of heading for any one of the things the waiter had pointed out once they exited the restaurant, Adrian instead turned and headed for the Thames.
“What are you doing?” asked Troy.
“I just want to see it,” he said. “We’ve got time, Troy. We don’t have to see everything all at once.”
Troy could only follow along as Adrian found a tiny park tucked along the waterfront, overlooking the water. He planted himself on a bench and took out his sketchbook again. Shaking his head, Troy walked to the railing and leaned on it, wondering about the stories that the river could tell.
Incrementally, he found himself starting to relax, the tense set of his muscles releasing as he looked out at the water. Adrian was right; they didn’t need to do everything all at once. This was a trip to relax an
