All this wondering didn't stop Meredith form being her usual bubbly self. She kept the group laughing and smiling, even if their attempts were halfhearted. Mercy's condition and plight held everyone back, and Meredith could see she wasn't the only one feeling tense because of it. But no need to stop smiling, she told herself. Besides, the guys here in London were really good looking. Mercy may have been hurt, but she'd be okay in a bit, and there was no need to let all these hotties go to waste.
Had she really been paying attention to her surroundings instead of being half there, she'd have noticed the double take. It took her long enough, but after seeing the face for the third time before it melted into the crowd, she took notice.
"Uh, guys? I think we're being followed."
"What do you mean? Of course we're being followed. This IS London. Everyone follows everyone else until they get to where they're going. Look, we're following these people in front of us."
Meredith looked skeptically at her. Susanne's eyes showed the faintest glint, indicating that she was teasing Meredith for being so unused to the big city. "No really. This guy isn't just going somewhere. He's going ourwhere."
The entire group chuckled at Meredith's made up word, but they were used to it by now, she'd been talkin like a true blonde since she arrived. "Just chill. We're almost there." Roger's voice was reassuring. "And quit flirting with every guy that passes! Maybe that's why they're following you."
"Not flirting..." Meredith denied. "Smiling. It is so evil to try and brighten someone's day?" Conversation again turned to idle chitchat and Meredith forgot about the guy for the time being.