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Lexa stopped dead in her tracks the moment the song on her earphones changed to her ringtone, she took a couple of seconds to get her breathing back under control and answered the call. âHey!âŠ. No, of course not, Iâm resting like Iâm supposed, but I was getting Cabin fever and Iâm yâknow getting to know the city, the⊠Big ben, the eye, the palace, all of it, I may use this time off to go to the Harry Potter tour and all⊠Wow, you know if youâre going to be my coach weâre gonna have to trust one another⊠Yeah, yeah, see you next week.â She rolled her eyes as she hung up and removed her earphones.
âExcuse me!â She called out to the closest person. âCould I bother you to take a picture of me?â She asked as she offered her phone while she pulled out a long coat from her backpack, one that would cover the sportswear she was wearing and a beanie. âPlease make sure the sneakers are not in the pictureâŠâ She asked wincing. âAnd that I look relaxed?â She knew that had nothing to do with the camera or who was taking the picture but she couldnât help it, she was supposed to be taking time off, a couple of weeks, to heal, it was just a torn quad but she and her team didnât want to risk making it worse so close to Roland Garros, she looked at the camera and gave her best âon cameraâ smile, which in her opinion was just smiling like a psychopath.
Brooke was enjoying a nice walk with her coffee and camera. There was something so peaceful about the area. While Brooke has been living in London for years, she never got tired of what was going on around her between the sights and the people. She was pulled deep in thought of what to take photos of next when she heard a women calling her. âOh yeah no problem.â she grinned, happy to do it. As the girl steadied and angled the phone, she would made sure to follow the womenâs requests. âWell I can assure you that this is going to be a beyond Instagram worthy.â she joked with how specific the photo was seeming to be.

















