The Girl in the Bar-Rewrite

Chapter 27

When the plane touched down in Miami, I couldn't be happier. My nerves ran a mile a minute the entire flight. Callie did everything she could to calm me down, but nothing worked. I've always had the fear of flying, but ever since I had gotten pregnant, it just seemed like my nerves have doubled since then. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief once the plane came to a full stop.

"Here we are," Callie states as she unbuckles her belt. She stood up and grabbed our bags from the overhead compartment.

"Thank god," I growl as I unbuckle my seat belt as well. Callie just lets out a soft chuckle.

"Why are you so afraid of flying?" she asks.

"Apparently, you haven't seen the first Final Destination movie," I counter, "the one where the plane explodes,"

"Oh, so you're afraid that you will end up having a premonition just like the kid in the movie?" she laughs some more. I'm glad she finds this whole thing funny because I sure the hell don't. Planes can explode out of nowhere.

"I don't know. Maybe,"

"Okay, first off, it's just a movie. They made that movie to scare the audience,"

"Yeah well, it worked," I state matter-of-factly.

"Look, plane crashes don't happen as much as you think. Odds are that we get struck by lightning,"

"Really? You're seriously going to tell me that while I'm having a freak out moment?" Everyone that was in the isle waiting to get off the plane just stared at me.

"What? I was just saying, Arizona," she laughs, "planes don't go down as often as you think and they sure the hell don't explode just out of nowhere,"

"How do you know? Have you watched the news lately?"

"Can we go now? I'd like to beat the crowd and actually flag down a cab," Callie says. I grab her hand and she escorts us off the plane and into the terminal. As we were approaching the luggage carousel, I understood what she meant. The airport was busy. Which was understandable with it being Memorial Day weekend. There was a crowd of people waiting for there bags.

"Wait right here. I'm going to try to get our bags," she tells me. I do what she tells me and stayed in the same spot of the airport and waited for her to come back. I watched her shove her way through the crowd. Five minutes later, she returns with our bags, "Okay, now let's see if we can get us a cab," We exit the terminal and lucky for us, she was able to flag down a cab in just a split second.

After a half hour, we were finally pulling into the parking lot of our hotel. It took us a lot longer than what we expected with the evening traffic. We were even at a dead stop at one point.

"Torres Hotel? Your father owns hotels?" I asked her after reading the sign on the door.

"No, my grandfather does. He wanted my dad to take over the business, but my father told him no. He said that he would never run the business owned by a snobby bastard,"

"So, what does he do then?"

"He runs his own pharmaceutical company. Plus helps me run the record label in his free time,"

"Oh wow," I say in surprise, "so that's where you get your successful business traits from,"

Callie just laughs, "It runs in the family I guess," She grabs our bags from the trunk of the cab and pays for our fare and head into the hotel.

"I'll get us checked in," she says then heads to the counter.

"Hello, welcome to Torres Hotels, how can I help you today?" The receptionist greets with a smile.