Aria's Pov
Ezra and I walk toward the baggage claim, neither of us saying a word. The airport is packed, people rushing around everywhere. Once we find our suitcases, we walk toward the exit.
"Aria," Ezra says suddenly, coming to a stop "Look." I turn to where he's pointing, seeing a man holding a sign that says 'Aria and Ezra Fitz.'
"What do we do?" I ask quietly.
"We at least ask who sent him." Ezra replies "We didn't hire him to pick us up, so that means someone else did for us." I swallow the nervous lump in my throat as we approach the man holding the sign.
"Hello," Ezra starts hesitantly.
"Are you Mr. and Mrs. Fitz?" He asks in a Brazilian accent.
"That's us." Ezra nods.
"Good, I'm Matthias. Follow me, the car is outside." The man begins walking, giving us no choice but to follow.
"Wait!" I call "Who sent you to pick us up?"
He continues walking through the busy airport as he talks "You don't know? He made it sound like you knew I was driving you from the airport."
"Uh, no." I reply "We didn't know."
"Ah, well the costumer called over the phone, and I think his name was John." Matthias replies.
"John? John who?" I ask eagerly.
"John Smith." He says. I let out a sigh, although I should've know that V would've never used his real name.
"Where did 'John' tell you to take us?" Ezra questions.
"Your hotel." Matthias says as we walk up to a black car. He holds the back door open for Ezra and I, and after we exchange a nervous glance, we climb into the car. The streets of Rio are mind-bogglingly busy, and I'm glad that I'm not the one driving. Matthias seems to know how to navigate through the traffic, getting us to our hotel in fairly good time.
"Woah," Ezra starts as we get out of the car, staring at the building in front of us "We get to stay here?"
"This is where I was told to drive you." Matthias says, opening the trunk and handing us our bags.
"Okay well...thank you." Ezra replies awkwardly. I wave goodbye to Matthias as we walk to the front doors of the hotel, kind of nervous to go inside.
"Do you think the reservation is under our name?" I ask quietly.
"Probably," He shrugs "I doubt V put it under John Smith."
The marble lobby is gorgeous, its elegance almost making me feel underdressed in my leggings and cable-knit sweater. I dressed for the cold Pennsylvanian weather and ten-hour flight, not for Rio's warm weather and this fancy hotel.
"Hello," Ezra starts as we approach the front desk.
"Hello, and welcome." The man replies "Are you here to check in?"
"Yeah—uh—I think it might be under Fitz." Ezra tells him. The man starts typing on the computer, looking back up at us after only a few seconds.
"Here it is." He says, pulling out two key-cards "Floor 14, room 147. Marcelo will show you there." He gestures to a man standing by the front desk, who walks over and picks up our bags.
"This way." Marcelo says, walking toward the elevators. We follow him, the elevator ride mostly silent as I try and comprehend everything that's going on. After taking Piper, V has given us plane tickets and paid for our stay in a fancy hotel. Is this some kind of messed up version of an apology gift, like sorry I took your daughter, but does this make up for it? I don't want any of this, I just want my innocent six-year-old little girl back. My eyes start to water for what seems like the millionth time in less than 24 hours—I didn't know I had so many tears in me. Luckily, the elevator dings and the doors slide open, momentarily distracting me. Marcelo shows us to our room, putting our bags down and leaving after Ezra tips him.
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