Jubair had a meeting down in London so Ayan, his younger brother, decided to tag along so he has an excuse to see his favourite cousin, Tanveer.

Ayan left the house with Tanveer as quickly as he entered with Jubair.

"So, what’s the first on the list of things to do today?" Ayan asked his taller cousin.

"We’re going to-" Tanveer pulled Ayan out of the way of a drunk man walking backwards. "Head down to Green Street, get some food and shop for your girlfriend-"

Ayan rolled his eyes, "You know she’s not my girlfriend."

"Okay fine, fake girlfriend. Better?"

"You’re an idiot."

"Come on," Tanveer dragged him into an alleyway. "I know a shortcut."

Ayan marvelled at the splashes of different colours on the wall from the graffiti.

There were so many different art works, from pink ladies in astronaut suits to.. penises. Ayan ignored it and looked at the other works. Most of them were just names but they looked sick.

"Yo," Tanveer walked up to a young boy who was spraying a wall. "You know your mum would kill you if she found out you were still doing this?" he said, draping an arm around the dirty blond.

"She won’t find out."

Ayan picked up yellow spray can.

"That’s probably not the best idea you know?" the boy took the can back. "If you’re going to touch my stuff, you should wear gloves."

Ayan looked down at his hands that are now covered in yellow paint.

"Oops," he smiled sheepishly. "My bad," he reaches over to rub the back of his neck but Tanveer stops him.

"That’s also not the best idea."

"Right."

"Anyway," Tanveer clasped his hands together. "We gotta go. See ya, Alex."

"Yeah.. See ya, Alex," Ayan gives him a small nod and walks out of the alleyway with his cousin.

"We gotta get that off your hands," Tanveer gestured to his hands.

"Yeah," he exhales. "I know."

"Come on," he grabbed Ayan’s arm and started to drag him. They walk through the crowded streets and past a wide road to the food side of the street which was a lot less busier.

Ayan looked around as he got dragged by the arm. He notices a man who looks like he must be around his thirties tied to a chair in the middle of the area while kids throw soaked sponges at him.

Behind him, he notices a young girl petting a stray dog.

Not too far off from her, he sees a man drinking singing Hallelujah.

London has always had weird things going on and that’s what Ayan loves about it.

He gets pulled into a takeaway called: _Soul_. It’s a burger place that him and Tanveer has made it tradition to go to everytime he visits.

"Yo," he grins and daps up the man behind the red counter, Hamza.

"Yo, what’s up?" Hamza grins back at him. He turns to Ayan and his smile widens. "Ayan! Long time no see," he almost touches him but Ayan pulls back.

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you," he warned, raising his arms.

Hamza snickered. "He met Alex?"

Tanveer nods. "Yep," he leans against the counter. "The idiot thought it was a good idea to touch his cans."

Ayan glared at him.

"Can he go wash his hands?"

"Yeah man," Hamza chuckled.

Ayan rolled his eyes and walked to the back.

As Ayan washed his hands, he smiled slightly to himself. Yeah, he may have gotten yellow paint all over his hands, but at least he had fun today. And he knows he’ll have more fun after he’s finished eating.

(Characters based off of my WIP)