World Men à la Mode

Chapter One - Meet the Tour Director

        This was it. This was a big day for you. No, you weren't moving into your very first home that you owned by yourself. No, you weren't getting married. No, you weren't having a child. You were going to do something so much bigger than those milestones. Well, maybe it wasn't bigger than them, but to you it was. You were finally going to travel the world!

        Traveling abroad had always been a dream of yours. You had the opportunity to do this throughout high school, but you allows lacked the funds to do so. Now that you were an adult with a rather steady income in your second to last year of college, you decided that it was a good of time as any to accomplish this item on your bucket list. Who better to do it with than some of your closest friends?

        It took months of planning and convincing, but you finally managed to get six of your friends to agree to traveling with you. You of course had to agree with them on how the trip was going to be run and where you all would be traveling. Then there came the agreement to travel through a touring agency that your one friend, a spunky redhead named Samantha, heard so much about. You looked into it more and decided that it would be a good idea.

        The touring agency had nearly a five star rating and went to every country and territory imaginable. They promised a tour guide like no other that would stay with you the entire duration of the trip, as well as a tour guide that was native to the country you visited. Plus, they would take care of all the admission costs for you out of the money you paid for hotels, planes, buses, trains, attractions, and meals. You sealed the deal with a phone call and scheduled a three month tour to hit eighteen countries outside of the United States. Yes, this was going to be a long trip, but thankfully you had the trip scheduled to be between the second semester and the beginning of the first semester of your senior year, so there would be no work to make up from your professors.

        Now here you were, disembarking from your one friend's boyfriend's van at the airport and hauling all your luggage up onto the sidewalk from the trunk. The seven of you waved goodbye as the male drove off after saying his goodbyes to you all. You suddenly received a text from the tour director the agency had given you, saying that he was waiting inside the airport already by the luggage check-in. Everyone grabbed their bags and headed inside, almost having to fight your way inside due to the mass amount of people blocking the entryways. Once inside, you looked around for the tour director. A blond man with a strange cowlick of sorts waved you over.

       "Is that him?" Charlotte, a bubbly blonde, asked.

       "He looks kind of young to be a tour director..." Lily, a ravenette, muttered.

       "You've got to admit, he's rather cute though," Amilia, the other blonde of your group, commented.

        "Ami, you have a boyfriend," Darcy, the brunette rebel of your circle of friends, deadpanned.

        "Doesn't mean I can't think he's cute!" she argued.

        "Guys, can we just not argue and get over to him so we can check our luggage? The line's already getting super long," Valerie, the rainbow hair dyed punk, pleaded.

         "Val makes a point. Plus, we don't want to miss our flight, right?" you added.

        "Right!" they agreed before you all headed over to the male.

        He was definitely peppy looking over all. Short blond hair was slightly messy and held a stubborn piece of hair that refused to stay down. His eyes were a brilliant shade of light blue, and he had a smile so bright it could put the stars at night to shame. He wore a loose fitting American flag t-shirt, a pair of khaki cargo shorts, and a pair of red Converse sneakers.