Jorge & Martina [The American Dream]

Welcome to Atlanta

I step out of the airplane and inhale the heated air. Everywhere it's crowded even though we are here quite late in the afternoon. A mass of red curls passes me as she smiles enthusiastically. "Oh my god, I can't believe I'm here again! I honestly never thought I would come back", Candelaria exclaims as she links her arm with mine. "Aren't you excited?!"

I smile widely at her, "Yes!", I say as we break out in a slight squeal, acting like the girls we are. Suddenly I feel a light kiss on my head as I turn around and see Jorge looking down at me, his golden eyes filled with happiness. "Welcome to America, Tini."

I hug him as Candelaria looks around before she sighs and walks over to get the baggage. Meanwhile I observe the place and notice a lot of children families, business men and women, couples, air hostesses, teenagers...

The airport is really a place of meeting.

"Shall we go and help our friend?", Jorge asks me as he points to Cande who struggles to get all the suitcases. I smile slightly as we walk over and take our bags. "Ugh, seriously Jorge what on earth did you pack? It feels like an elephant baby in there", she questions tiredly.

"Only a few photography essentials."

"A few? It weighs a ton!"

"Hm, says the girl whose suitcase barely closes because of all the accessories", he says, his eyebrow slightly arching. She shakes her head. "That's not the same thing. I've planned different clothing combinations for each piece, meaning I won't have a post traumatic crisis for not having the lovely Armani scarf with me. It's called smart thinking. Very rare for men."

I roll my eyes as I walk between them, "I know it has been a long flight but let's not take it out on each other. We should be happy for being here, together."

"You're right, love", Jorge says as he takes my hand, "Although, I think we need to go if we don't want to miss our taxi."

"Well, follow me. I remember everything from last time, also because I'm a woman", Candelaria snorts as she walks past us. Jorge rolls his eyes as I giggle slightly, "She's always been like this", he explains as we go after her out into the city of Atlanta

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"Here we are, miss. Springdale Road Ranch", the taxi driver says as Cande hands him the money. "Thank you, sir. Have a nice day."

"You too", he says before she closes the door and he drives back to the city.

We step out on a small road that's leading up to a big yard with two large wooden houses and a stable painted in a bright yellow color. The red haired girl smiles as she rolls her suitcase ahead, I stand in awe of the sight when Jorge circles his arm around my waist, "Are you ready?"

I nod simply as we walk along the little driveway and knock at the grand door. "I'm coming!", I hear a woman exclaim from inside and I swallow. My heart is pounding in my chest as the pulse increases slightly. What if she doesn't like me? What if not even Raphita did? What if I she only cries when I'm around her?

The front door opens briefly as I see a tall woman in front of us, with a big smile on her face and caramel voluminous hair to her shoulder blades. She's dressed in a purple dress with ballerinas on her tiny feet. Her blue eyes contrasting to her slightly tanner skin.

"Hi! Oh how fun you're here!", she exclaims as she embraces Jorge and Candelaria, "Oh you have no idea how happy I was when Jorge said that you would come too. Raphie has been talking about you ever since you left four years ago!"

Cande laughs, "Aw, I've missed her too Cassie. And you, my god, the hair is so beautiful!"

"Thank you. Even my husband commented it, and that's a first", she giggles as she stops by me, eyeing me tip to toe. I smile as genuine as I can although I feel like choking on the butterflies inside.