Birth of a star

Arrival

She stepped off of the plane and onto the asphalt, the heat radiated off it enough to make her sweat a lot. She walked out to the bag check praying that the rest of life here would be cooler.

"Ma'am, I believe I'm your bodyguard for the time" a large man said from her right side.

"Ah yes, Bryan Miller. Correct?" She plainly responded, attempting to seem tough on her own.

"That's me, the cars just beyond the gate" he responded, a small smile on his face, no question only to be polite.

As they walked she finally took in the full appearance of the man to her right. He was far taller than her standing at around 6'3. His hair was neatly combed out of his face, but it was still a little messy. The clothes he wore were simple, just a plain black t-shirt tucked into black jeans. But the thing that set him apart was his sidearm.

Most men around there would carry glocks, they were quite popular. But he carried an Hk. The distinctly European slide was unmistakable.

She soon realized that they most likely looked like a puppy out for a walk and an unamused owner thanks to the height difference. She scowled at that thought. Dammit, I fucking hate this.

Though Amber had to admit she was far from intimidating, she still had hopes that people would leave her alone. Luckily, her hopes came true.

The walk to the car felt longer than anything. She knew that the day would be long, she sighed quite audibly.

"Hey, don't sound to excited for your first day here", Bryan joked.

"Sorry, suppose it's the jet lag, or the headache" She quietly said, hoping the apology would be taken to heart , just in case she lost her temper.

" Well, your in luck. I have Advil and Tylenol in the glove box" He gave a warm, genuine smile as they exited the doors of the airport.

The car was a sleek black car, just sleek enough to look nice, but still blended in.

"Sorry if you were expecting a Ferrari, we can't have us standing out too much. Don't want to get targeted or anything" He said, rubbing the back of his neck. He no doubt expected a bad reaction.

"It's all right, I was always a Mazarati girl anyways" She smiled, it being her turn to crack a joke.

She rummaged around the glove box, finding the Advil and taking two. She then reclined the seat to relax.

The drive to her new condo was short, so unfortunately she couldn't get any sleep. The unpacking haunted her mind.

As if reading her mind Bryan noted " I'm here to assist you in any way I can, so that can include unpacking . Thought I'd mention it"

As they pulled into the driveway of the condo, Amber smiled. She knew she'd be tired, but she was finally here.