Mastering Wren

Ch.15 Arrival

Arrival

I'm in a rush as I exit off the plane, find my luggage and the toilets at Sydney Airport all in a matter of ten minutes. It had been a 90-min flight in the air and I was shocked that Theo had been on another airplane. I had assumed we'd go together.

It only made sense once I read online that the flight path from Melbourne to Sydney was the busiest in the world. Over 63 flights a day were made between the two cities. Theo could not fit me on his flight. I was arriving a little bit later.

Now I was heading out of the unfamiliar airport towards the taxi pick up. I was excited about trying something different but I was also hoping I'd make it to the right accommodation safely.

To my relief there are taxis galore and it's only a short drive to our accommodation by the harbour. In the drive I'm in awe of the clean, architecturally brilliant city. It was so different to Melbourne where everything was vandalised with graffiti and random acts of artwork, the odd metal poll would be warmed with knitting and cafes were very hipster.

Sydney was classy and because it was different, I was really enjoying a change of scenery. It's as I'm dropped off at a massive lobby with tinted windows and a concierge waiting for me, that my mind is brought back to Theo.

I gulp as I'm shown inside, I grab a key-card for the room and I make my way to the elevator.

I check my watch, it's 10.00am. Theo might be here or he'd possibly already be in the city in meetings. I wasn't sure because the rest of the last week I had hardly seen him. It bothered me and made me question lots of things.

At work he had been clearly busy with an overload of sudden business partners and organising everything that would happen in Sydney. A last minute charity ball was being offered to be hosted and sponsored by an insurance company. Theo had been going nuts trying to keep up with everything while I did the boring, easy administration stuff on the side.

The last intimate moment we had had, was when I slept over that night and he had held me. After that moment had passed, distance had been insured since that morning. Theo had been smug about me staying over, at least I thought he had been.

But since then I only had minimal contact with him at work. He was consistently on the phone and he did apologise once to me about being preoccupied. He had tried to reassure me it was only rare that he got this intense with work. All I knew was that rich people who knew more rich people got wind of Theo coming down to Sydney and hence forth completely booked him out.

Now I was both excited and nervous to see him.

I would be sharing accommodation with him for three nights. I admit I had had multiple conversations with myself all week trying to work out if he wasn't interested in me anymore and if this trip would be majorly awkward.

It was silly, because I knew he was just busy. But... I can't help but be self-doubtful. We had had so much interaction and then suddenly it all seemed to stop.

Wren, he doesn't have time to constantly spend time with you, he's head of a successful charity, get over it.

I step out of the elevator, find my room and see my luggage at the door. It had been brought up for me. I look at my key-card and hope that Theo is still here. Talking to him to see where I stand would help clear my head.

I fix my pony tail and let out a breath, looking down at my leggings and plain blue hoodie. I should have made more effort but I was only interested about being comfortable on the cramped plane flight. Now I was wishing I had worn something even slightly more attractive.