Twelve hours, two suitcases, five goodbyes and a plane ride later I was in London. I pulled a sheet of paper out of my pocket, checking which end of the airport my ride would be waiting for me. After squinting at is for a while, I gave up and decided to ask some random security guard where the chauffeurs generally waited. " Excuse me, where can I find the chauffeurs?" I asked politely, smiling. he stared back emotionlessly.
"'Round the corner that way. Then straight until the sign that says "Washrooms". Head down the stairs and you're there." He then turned away to stare at the terminals.
"Okay thanks man." I mumbled under my breath, walking around the corner and down the hall.
Now, something you may want to know about me is that I am shit with directions. Seriously, I can get lost anywhere. Somehow though, I managed to make my way to where a bunch of people in suits were waiting holding up big signs. As I scoured the crowd for my last name, someone grabbed me by the shoulder. My first instinct was to break his face, but luckily for him, I had two bags to carry, which gave him enough time to ask, "Jake?".
Turning around I realized my not-so-vicious attacker was a blonde around my age. I think. Sometimes its hard to tell age with angels.
"That's me! Are you from the London organization?" I tried my best to be upbeat, even though I was so tired I felt like I could fall asleep at any second.
"Yeah I am! Awesome!! So glad I found you! My name's Charlie. I'll be your driver today," he said with a little bow. "Come with me your highness, allow me to escort you to the ve-hicle." I laughed at his obviously over-done english accent.
"Alright bro, whatever you say."
He turned and started to walk towards the exit. I grabbed my bags and started after him, at a relatively slow pace. I followed a short distance behind him until I saw him turn and shout at me over his shoulder, "Race you to the exit?"
Normally, I'm not one for running through crowded airports, but something about the excitement in his voice made it seem like a great idea. I start sprinting at full speed, blowing past him before he knows whats happened, dodging people easily I look back and scream at him,
"You're on!"
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خيال (فانتازيا)You know Eros. Otherwise known as cupid (but oh my god, we hate that name). Diapers, babies, arrows and love. Cause of course, theres no way Eros could just be a normal person. Thats completely ridiculous. I mean, I do love me some arrows, but the...
