Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

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       Farah lifted the eye mask to her forehead, the pilot had just announced that the plane was going to land at Brussels Airport in about twenty minutes. The American stretched her limbs in the cramped space between her seat and the one in front of her, satisfied with the cracking of some of her stiff joints. After being seated for over seven hours, she had fallen asleep halfway during the flight. Right, yesterday she had suddenly agreed on joining Rebecca, her best friend, on the trip to Ibiza. And right now she was on her way to the Spanish island. She had a short layover in Brussels, and she was glad that she'd be able to get out of her seat and get into the airport bathroom to wash her face and freshen up a little. In a couple of hours time, she would finally arrive in Ibiza. Farah was glad she'd arrive in the late afternoon, meaning that she only had to wait till the end of the day to sleep and get back in her rhythm to prevent trouble with jet lags. The plane broke through the sheet of clouds and started to descend to the airport runway beneath them.

The aircraft landed not much later, and the people already lined up to get out. Farah waited patiently, and she took her bag with her to leave through the gate. Her suitcase would be rolled up on the luggage belt. After half an hour, Farah freshened up in the bathroom, applied some cream to her dry skin, and found herself a cup of coffee and some proper breakfast. Rebecca had texted her that she would be there at the time Farah arrives in Ibiza. Rebecca's going to pick her up and take her to the apartment the group of friends is sharing. To have something to do, Farah got up from the table at the restaurant she had been eating at and wandered through some shops to kill the time. The gate of her connection flight was already displayed on the large information screens, so she walked over there. The time that followed was quite boring for her. Farah was tired, however, awake and energized enough to not fall asleep on the flight to Ibiza. She had her headphones on and listened to music. Blessed with a window seat and no crying children near her, she could look out of the window and just stare at the blue sky.

For a moment, Farah was sure that the intensity of the sunshine got higher the closer they were to Ibiza. She longed for the heat of the sun to soak her up, and she was definitely looking forward to warm, evening summer runs and the cool summer morning swims in the pool. The more time she spent on the last flight, the more her desire grew to get out of it. After all those hours of sitting, she couldn't find a comfortable position anymore, and the airplane coffee started to taste like carton with hot water. Luckily, they were landing in about fifteen minutes, and it didn't take long before the seatbelt light flickered on again. Farah felt her heart rate going a little faster. She felt slightly tense, but in a good way. She was excited to get to know Rebecca's friends and her boyfriend, but at the same time, she was a little nervous about how they would perceive her. Farah waited till she could move in a line and get out of an aircraft for the second time today. Her pace was quick, eager to see her friend again. Farah waited a couple of minutes before her luggage arrived at the belt, and she took the handle of her suitcase to roll it towards the arrivals.

She looked around to see if Rebecca was already here because she said she'd wait for her at the arrival hall. Farah grew slightly concerned when Rebecca was indeed nowhere to be seen, and she took her phone out of her shoulder bag to see if Rebecca had called or texted her. Farah sighed softly when her friend had sent her a voice message. She put her phone to her ear to listen. "Hi babe, I just wanted to let you know that Tom and I have some trouble here, because the owner of the apartment asked for your ID and other personal information, and he couldn't understand that we're able to give that when you're here in person. A lot of bullshit, and it delayed us so much, that I won't be able to make it to pick you up, so I've sent one of Tom's friends to pick you up! See you soon!" The voice message ended there. Okay, nice. But she had no idea what this friend looked like. Was he waiting here already? Did he even know who she was, did he-... "Excuse me?" Farah asked when she felt her suitcase being pulled away from her. She turned to look up at the guy who stood next to her all of a sudden.