HE IS NOT MY HUSBAND

Chapter 2

It is a heavy rainfall when I got here in New York JFK Airport.

I already changed my attendant uniform to a white top and denim A-skirt plus a pair of converse all star shoes. 

I am well pleased to get wet but I have my luggage and papers, so if would dance in the rain then it will be rubbish if I do so.

While on my way, a group of people were holding placards and papers, written were names or places while holding their cellphones calling out for their family, friends and business partners.

I just continue my way to surpass and go out into the exit door since my family isn't here for my coming. They are far away from Manila tho.

Looking at everyone who is outside the airport where all wishing to leave since the rain was taking slow. And obviously I do too, but taxis were occupied by the thousands. So I guess I have to hold my patience for one more hour.

While waiting, I am thinking for a hotel suite a walking distance between SM or Glorieta. So long before I haven't eat any of my favorite dishes, the shrimps and lobster. After that I'm going to buy a few books in National Bookstore or buy gifts at Fanarts for my nibblings.

Unfortunately, I am interrupted between my plan for after by the beep of a car. It wasn't just a car but a Lamborghini Aventador, it is lacquered in black and tinted in violet or something that comes out like a skin of a buzzing Beatle. A luxurious car that akin to the famous Batman high-tech four wheeled vehicle.

Is Batman coming? But I realize I'm not a fan of Batman since Captain America has this oozing charisma. Wasting time to argue with myself and myself, the owner walk out in his car.

A man in suit and tie leaning at his luxury. Then I realize that his blue eyes where like the sky in the morning light. His scent can hook all the lady human beings. A man that can push into a - Is he a celebrity?

"Ain't gonna ride Monica?" He spoke.

I got confused since he was calling me Monica. I am from another planet and my name is Nathalie. No doubt on that.

But his eyes was fixed on me. Like seriously? I know my name Mr. Attractive.

"Luke, remember?" he held his hand for a handshake. Taking the handshake on, while constructing the puzzle of Lucas. There's nothing image of him in my memory.

Yet these things happen including his attractiveness will store in my mind. I can figure that.

"I'm sorry but my name is Nathalie. Did we met before?" I ask removing the handshake that keeps me shaking as my entire network.

"The guy who always ask for your Skype at some website" he said with all his accent. Smirking is his favorite expression by the way. And it does look good.

The past experiences hit like a somersault, every detail is a stone ricochetting to cast a synopsis.

5 years ago, logging in to a chatting network. Using the name of Monica, no connection in whatever the name is. Luke Zatchlavigne, France.