"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Sixty-Five.

Tanya's POV.

By the time I opened my eyes, the plane was landing.

So I quickly got back into my seat to put on the safety belt.

The plane gradually lost altitude, and I could feel the change in pressure as we landed.

Slowly, the plane touched down, the impact causing a jolt.

The captain announced the successful landing over the PA system, and the passengers started to stir, unfastening their seatbelts.

I glanced around me, seeing that everyone was starting to stretch and gather their belongings.

I, however, didn't move. 

I stayed still for a few more seconds, watching as passengers started to stand up and start moving out of the plane.

"Sweetheart?" Darren called out.

I snapped out of my thoughts, turning my attention toward him.

He was looking at me with a gentle smile, his hand reaching out to brush some hair out of my face.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked, his voice soft.

I took a deep breath, blinking a few times to refocus.

"Yeah," I replied, my voice a bit hoarse. "Just spaced out for a moment."

Darren chuckled softly and gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. "It's been a long flight."

I nodded, stifling a yawn that threatened to escape from my lips.

The flight had been long and draining, and now I was starting to feel tired.

Darren seemed to notice this because his expression softened even more.

He reached out and took my hand in his, giving it a light squeeze.

"Come on, let's go. We have arrived in Paris." He whispered.

I nodded again, the reality of our arrival finally sinking in.

Paris.

A city of romance, culture, and... Darren.

I took a deep breath and stood up, trying to shake off the lingering fatigue.

I squeezed Darren's hand, my mind suddenly filled with excitement.

We were in Paris.

We were actually in Paris.

I suddenly couldn't wait to explore the city, taste the local food, and experience everything it had to offer.

As we made our way off the plane, I looked around with wide eyes, taking in the sights and sounds of the Parisian airport.

The airport was relatively quiet, and the air was filled with the usual sounds of people moving around and announcements over the loudspeaker.

Darren led the way, holding my hand tightly as we navigated our way through the airport.

"We need to pick up our bags, sweetheart," He said, leading me towards the baggage claim area.

I followed him obediently, still in a bit of a daze from the flight and the realisation that we were actually in Paris.

We waited patiently as the luggage carousel slowly started to move, and after a few minutes, our bags appeared on the conveyor belt.

Darren effortlessly pulled our suitcases off the belt and turned to me, a small smirk on his face.