For a Stranger...

"Addie, let's move a little faster now, okay?" My husband calls from ahead of me as we are weaving through the busy airport, trying to make our late night flight to Paris for our one-year anniversary.

"Grayson! I'm going as fast as I can! I've kind of got a lot of baggage here." I reply with a sharp tongue, immediately regretting my tone because granted, it was my fault that we were running a little late in the first place. I'm definitely not the best packer, which explains all the unnecessary bags I have that are slowing me down.

Feeling a tad bit guilty about snapping at Grayson, I try and pick up my pace as much as I can, zigzagging and dodging the sea of people who are trying to make their own flights. I finally catch up to him and he's waiting in line to get our boarding passes and check our luggage in.

"You alright there, speedy?" He laughs at how out of breath I am.

"I'll survive." I giggle along with him, but then I get serious. "Hey, I'm sorry for snapping at you. I'm just mad at how bad I am at packing."

He grins. "It's fine. Watching you not so gracefully move through all of those people a few seconds ago kind of made up for it." He mimics me struggling to get through the crowd.

"I'm glad I'm so entertaining to you." I say sarcastically and he throws his arm over my shoulder, placing a kiss on the side of my head.

We're standing in line and Grayson and I are busy laughing and talking about all the crazy things we are seeing people do in the airport. As we're nearing the front of the line I glance over Grayson's shoulder and see a man standing close to the counter, watching us intently. I decide not to tell Grayson about him just yet. Instead, I look over every now and again to see if he is still watching, and he always is.

I increasingly begin to get freaked out, but before I have a chance to point him out to Grayson, the person in front of us leaves the counter. When we move up to the counter the man was only a couple of feet off to the side of us. As Grayson begins checking our luggage in and talking to the woman behind the counter about our trip to Paris, the man's expression turns urgent and he immediately begins motioning me over with hand signals. Not being able to fight off my curiosity, I slowly walk over to the man.

"Can I help you?" I ask, not being able to think of anything better to say in as strange of a situation as this is.

"I certainly hope so." I'm kind of taken aback when I hear the man's strong French accent. "You're going to Paris with your husband, yes?"

"Yes. We are. We're going to celebrate our one year anniversary." When I say this, the man's face falls and suddenly looks a little sad.

"That's wonderful," He smiles genuinely, "Paris, is a truly magnificent city, very romantic indeed."

I smile, beginning to feel a tad uncomfortable. "Yes it is, in fact, I should probably get back to my hus-" Before I can finish my sentence the man stops me and pulls a package off the counter.

"Please! Wait! Will you-will you take this with you? I don't have enough money to go with the package or even send it on it's own, but I can pay you some money if you take it for me. I promise, it's not-there's nothing illegal inside. Please Miss."

I can feel my eyes widen at the man's request. Luckily for me, Grayson appears next to me, hopefully with a plan to get away from this man.

"Sure!" Grayson grins. The man becomes overjoyed with his answer and begins to search his pocket for the money.

I pull Grayson a few feet away by his elbow and speak in a hushed voice. "What? No! Do you really think this is a good idea? We have no clue what is in that package."