How I met Louis Tomlinson

I was walking through British customs. I couldn't believe it was all a dream. Just like in the dream I was craving coffee. I got through customs and went to find a coffee shop. I am way too obsessed with coffee. I got one and went out to get a cab. While waiting I took a sip of the coffee and gaged. It was horrible, way too strong and it tasted like tar. I'm going to have to get used to the lack of Tim Hortons around here. Finally a taxi hailed and I got my stuff inside. The trunk with the help of the mid 20's aged Indian man who drove it. I got in the back and gave him the address to Cambridge University. Where I will be attending school whilst here, in freaking London!!!! "So where do you come from miss?" The taxi driver asked.
"Canada, Alberta to be exact. I'm going to Cambridge" I explained. "Do you know much of London?" I asked.
"yes I do, I grew up here, I too am going to Cambridge. This is just my summer job to earn some money." The man said. He drove up past a few neighbourhoods while pointing out some places to eat. Finally we arrived at Cambridge and he helped me get my bags out.
"how much do I owe you?" I asked
"free of charge. A welcome to London gift. I'll see you at school then" he said while getting into his cab.
"thank you, see you around" I said and grabbed my bags and walked onto campus in awe.

Notes

Hey guys, so I decided to expand on this story.... Hope you all enjoy :)