Travel // Shawn Mendes

ten

"Excuse me, miss? Did you see a black bag with an American flag symbol on it pass by yet?"

"Um, no, sorry."

"Henry! This girl says she hasn't seen it!"

I watch as the short, middle aged woman walks towards the man who I assumed was her husband, before looking back at the conveyor belt that circled suitcases around.

Spotting my large suitcase that held all of my necessary possessions (and an adorable keychain I got in Spain- also necessary-) I move towards it, wanting to grab it quickly and pull it off the conveyor belt, then get out of the airport.

The second I yank onto my bag, I remember just how heavy it was.

"Oh, fuck." I curse, and try to pull it, my cheeks turning red from the thought of people watching and thinking, "Wow, this girl is weak.".

I was definitely going to have to yell at myself later for packing the combat boots. They were beyond cute, but also beyond hefty.

"Hey, do you need help?"

Before I can even check to see who was speaking, I watch as a pair of arms reach over and grab my suitcase, placing it on the ground with ease.

Now you totally look like a wimp.

"Oh, thank you." I say, looking from my suitcase to the kind stranger who had just aided me.

Woah.

Talk about cute. I mean, seriously, if my visit here would have any more guys half as cute as him, I might move and stay here forever.

"Yeah, no problem. Thing's heavy though, what's in it?" He asks, trying to start a conversation, and I smile before answering.

Okay, so no guys in New York or any other state in America will even look in my direction once, but the second I'm overseas, guys talk to me?

Screw college dorms, this is my new home.

"Oh, just my rock collection." I joke, and he laughs.

As he does, I notice how straight his pearly white teeth are, and stop my jaw from dropping in awe. This guy actually had the kind of teeth that were on the posters you see at the dentist's. Seriously.

Not only were his teeth model worthy, but he was the whole package when it came to looks. I mean, the emerald colored eyes, the jawline that could cut, and the look he was giving me that was increasing my heart rate tremendously all added up to the guy of every girl's dreams.

If I was drooling while checking him out, then I'm personally going to dig myself a grave.

"Yeah, I packed mine too, but only my top ten."

He has a sense of humor too! Jen is not going to believe this.

"Anyways, I'm Aidan." The guy says, extending his hand, and I shake it.

"Nora."

"Well, Nora, I've got to get going, but if you've got any more bags to lift off of conveyor belts, don't hesitate to call me." He says, giving an award winning smile before putting his hand through his sandy hair.

I don't have your number! I want to scream, but I laugh instead.

"Believe me, you'll be the first one to hear about it."

As he walks away, I stop from giving myself a high five, and grab onto the handle of my suitcase, wheeling it along with me.

I didn't blush uncontrollably, stumble over my words, grin like an idiot, or stay abnormally silent! This whole trip is a complete confidence booster.