Broken Promises and Ripped Dresses

Hello Italy

Chapter 12. Hello Italy

"We're here ?" I repeated incredulously, sitting up in my seat. "Already?"

"Yep, you've been asleep for hours!" he exclaimed, "Now get up before other people start getting out before us!"

"God, don't be so pushy. I just woke up, didn't I?" I said, grabbing my bag from underneath the chair.

"Sorry ma lady," he apologized smugly, helping me out of the isle.

There was a crowd forming, all trying to get out in one piece. I felt like some sort of queen being able to get out first; I don't get to have that luxury very often. As we left the plane, the flight attendants said their goodbyes and thank you's, telling us to have a safe trip. Once we got off the platform and into the airport, Patrick came over to us.

"Well, it was nice to meet you both," he said smiling. "Maybe we'll bump into each other somewhere in Rome?"

"Yeah, that would be great," I said, shaking his hand one last time. Then added, "If we have time."

"All right, well you two have fun," he said, shaking mine and then Andrew's. "And make sure to remember what I told you, Andrew."

"Will do Patrick," Andrew said, giving him a two finger salute.

He waved and turned around, walking into the midst of the crowded airport.

"What'd he tell you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at Andrew.

"Oh just something to keep in mind, that's all," he said shrugging. "We were talking a bit while you were sleeping."

I nodded. "So, no matter how much I ask, you're not going to tell me?" I asked, prodding him in the shoulder.

"Nope, but I guess I'll mention it sometime in the near future," he said.

"Then if you're going to tell me at some point in time, why not just now?"

"Let's get our suitcases and get to the hotel," he said, quickly changing the subject. He walked on ahead of me.

Fine. Don't tell me.

I ran to catch up with him as he made his way through the mass of people. It wasn't a very big airport from what I could see, so the crowds were pretty dense. May must have been a good time to go to Italy, because there were a lot of people in that small space.

When I finally reached him, I stuck my tongue out at him for leaving me so suddenly, and he just smirked back. We briskly walked through the airport, our hands touching every few seconds. All around me I could hear English and other languages (probably some Italian).

I caught glances outside the large windows every once in a while as I walked, and I saw vast fields of vineyards beyond the airport boundaries. I wondered if I would be drinking a lot of wine on this trip. I mean it's Italy, I have to drink some wine, right?

Yes, I decided. I would drink some, but not as much as the other night with Andrew. God only knows what else we could destroy.

"Our terminal is over here," Andrew said, grabbing my hand and pulling me onto the escalator with him. "We take train B5, and we'll end up next to where our bags are coming out in perfect time."

"Sounds good," I said, letting go of his hand even though it felt extremely nice and warm. "How do you know all this anyway?"

"I'm psychic," he answered simply.

"Yeah right," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Fine. I've been reading the signs located on literally every wall," he said, pointing to one above him. "How have you not noticed?"