We flew business class and arrived in Germany at ten past one in the afternoon. After collecting our suit cases we looked around for our chauffeur. "There," Hazel said pointing to the middle aged man dressed a fine expensive suit holding a card with our names on it.
We walked towards him. "Ladies are you Miss Thompson, Miss Moore and Miss Browne," he asked in a rehearsed serious manner.
Hannah furrowed her eyes in disapproval. "Miss, he's making me sound as old as he i-," Hazel hit her in the stomach before she could finish her sentence. "Yes we are," she finished shooting death glares at Hazel who was just brushing it off. I shook my head at her childishness and focused on the man before us.
"I will be your chauffeur for the duration of your time here, My name is James Müller," he said giving as a friendly smile.
"We should get going ladies," he said trying to take our bags. We shook our heads and asked him to lead the way. He smiled at us and started walking, "Your ride is this way." When we saw the car, we're stunned. "What?," he asked in a worried tone, "Is it not nice enough?" "Nice enough. It's amazing," I said while hugging him. He stiffened but relaxed after a few seconds.
"Okay you guys should get in. You're the last to arrive." He opened the car door and once again we froze. We heard him chuckle, "Are you going to do that every time?" We smiled sheepishly and got it. The inside was more beautiful than the outside.
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