TRUE LOVE WAITS // KIMI RAIKKONEN

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Alana Salomon was currently doing a solo travel through multiple European countries.

She was eighteen years old, and had already been backpacking throughout Portugal, Spain, Andorra, France, Italy, Switzerland, Germany, Denmark and Sweden and she was now heading to Finland , her passport clutched tightly in to her hand.

She was wrapped in slightly warmer clothes than she had been wearing throughout most of her trip, since the southern part of Europe was a lot warmer to where she was now, so she felt like the sweater and sweatpants would be much appreciated by her body and her tanned skin.

Her dark hair was in two braids down her back, residing over her backpack which was a bright red shade with bright blue straps on it which her arms were looped through.

Her red trainers matched her backpack, since before she had left her home she had made sure to buy some really good sneakers so that her feet would not be getting really sore whilst walking.

Her parents had not wanted her to go on the trip in the first place, since they had told her that they had a man who they wanted her to date, but she had packed her bag and caught a flight as soon as she could.

She knew what it meant.

She would be eighteen, married to a man that she had absolutely no interest in and trapped for as long as she remained with him and she refused to give up her life for that life.

She wanted to explore the world, to live her life and get to know people of all different cultures and backgrounds, so it was part of the reason why she had spent the past two months travelling.

She didn't want to go home, because if she did then she would instantly forced to meet a man that her parents wanted her to meet.

If she had to camp in the woods and hunt for food, then she would.

Her dark eyes found a small bar that looked to be quite packed with many people and made her way towards it, excited to see more about Finland as a country and what the people were like.

Her small feet stepped in to the building, causing many sets of eyes to fall upon her very clearly lost frame, watching her closely until she stepped up to the bar counter.

"What can I get you, tourist?"

The man, who must have been in his fifties, spoke in a rough sounding tone, his gravelly voice almost seeming painful to her ears.

"What do you recommend?"

Her voice squeaked, making her grimace at just how high pitched her voice actually sounded. The man eyed her carefully, and Alana was scared for a moment that he was going to kick her out and accuse her of being a child.

She couldn't help being this small.

"I'll get you a vodka."

The man barked at her, seeing the slight fear on her face whenever he spoke to her, grabbing a glass and filling it with a clear liquid before handing it to her.

He noticed with a much more gentle smile on his face that the girl held multiple marka out to him, obviously not knowing how much he would charge for the drink. He just shook his head, refusing her money and walked away.