I wake up to the sound of cars. The windows are flimsy, nowhere near Swedish noise-cancellation standards. In fact, the single-paned glass doesn’t even close properly. The view isn’t exactly serene either—I guess that’s why this bedsitter is so cheap.
My ex still hasn’t replied but keeps reading my texts. I gave her options to join me here, spread over three days, but she’s stayed silent. It stings, but I’m okay. I send her one last message, diving into what I’ve learned about attachment styles—how her avoidant tendencies left me chasing validation, always second-guessing myself, while my anxious side clung too tightly. It’s a pattern I’m starting to unravel, thanks to some late-night reading and Kaely’s psychology insights from yesterday. She reads the message but doesn’t respond. I’m done waiting—I decide to move on.
After all, there’s Kaely, that cute girl I met yesterday. I ask her out for dinner, and she suggests 270° Rooftop, just a stone’s throw from the Emeli Hotel. She reserves a table, texting, “with a view.” When we arrive, they claim there’s no outdoor table, let alone one with a view. Worse, they insist there’s no reservation at all. After some heated back-and-forth and flashing the confirmation email, they grudgingly give us a table—still no view. We order entrecôte and a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. The wine is smooth, warming us up, and while we wait for the meat, it feels like Kaely’s speedrunning me. How the hell does she spot all my glitches so fast? It’s her smile, the way she listens and makes me feel understood, or how she opens up when I do. She looks absolutely stunning, and just being near her lifts my mood. Even from our spot, I catch glimpses of Nairobi’s skyline through a window. The city’s lights pulse below, a dazzling sprawl that barely captures its raw, chaotic energy—stunning nonetheless.
My steak is decent but overpriced for what it is. Kaely barely touches hers, and when I take another bite, I get why: it tastes like a well-done shoe. The vibe stays strong, though. We laugh it off and head to Brew, a lively bar where the music and chatter smooth out the evening.
Later, we return to the Emeli Hotel, drawn to its rooftop pool. At night, it’s magical—city lights reflecting off the water, casting a soft glow. The hum of Nairobi’s streets below mixes with the warm air, and the pool shimmers like a private oasis. Or maybe it’s just us vibing? It feels like we’re on top of the world, untouchable, as we talk and laugh under the stars.