Madrid English Version

Chapter 2

Close your suitcase, your apartment. Open his car and his trunk. Put your suitcase in the trunk. Take the direction of the airport. This is a routine that the pilot knows only too well.

But on this Sunday evening, his routine was changed by something, or rather someone. A certain brunette he saw waiting for the elevator as he was closing the door of his home. She had not noticed it yet, fixing the metallic doors of this elevator, as if thanks to that, he was going to arrive more quickly.

The brown took advantage of it to look at his neighbor. She wore a satin dress hardly darker than her bronzed skin, which fell to him perfectly on her body which was of aspect, rather frail. The back of the dress was bare, accompanied by cords of the same color, which gave a crossed effect to the dress in the back. She wore black heels that increased her small size, her hair was loose and slightly wavy.

The doors opened and the young woman entered followed closely by her neighbor, who in his vision made appear on his face slightly made up, a blasé air. The pilot had an overall vision of the dress of his neighbor, who made only confirm what he thought: she was magnificent in this dress.

- You go out? Tried the brown to hear the sound of the voice of his neighbor.

- Yes, to my great pleasure, she ironized.

- In any case, you are beautiful Miss...

- Torani.

- You are beautiful Miss Torani.

The words of his neighbor made blush the brunette who hastened to lower the head not to be noticed, except that the Spaniard had seen and felt proud at this vision.

- Would Miss Torani have a first name?

- Aria.

- A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Your parents really don't do things by halves.

- Do you really flirt like that?

- I'm sorry, do you?

- Do you hit on all women like this? If so, it's normal that you are still single.

- Who says I'm not in a relationship?

- You do. You wouldn't be here complimenting me on my dress and giving me questionable floppy disks if you were in a relationship, Mr...

- Sainz. Carlos Sainz.

- Mr. Sainz. And if I were to cheat on me, I doubt that your girlfriend would appreciate your flirting with someone else. Which is normal, if you're in a relationship, you can't hit on someone else, whether it's a woman, a man or a goldfish. The only person you are allowed to hit on is the one who holds your heart.

- And if I'm single, but the person who holds my heart is in a relationship? He retorted while staring at the brunette.

Aria, not knowing what to answer, was satisfied to leave quickly, before going up in the car which waited for him in front of his building. Leaving once again the pilot alone, not on a landing but in a hall.

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Once arrived at the airport, Carlos took advantage of sleeping in the plane, to enjoy the dinner with his friends that was waiting for him, once arrived on the Belgian soil. But his plans were dashed when he noticed a small child right behind his seat, who didn't mind playing drums on the pilot's seat.

The arrival on the Belgian ground was a relief for the Spaniard who could feel his back again after all those blows received. He hurried to the restaurant address, where he had an appointment with some pilots.