I Trust You

The Upside Down

"I'm so upset with you." Grace whispers, sharply leaning over Vincent's seat. "I could literally castrate you."

"Well, that would be quite unfortunate." Vincent answers, his long fingers easily unfastening the seatbelt as he smoothly lifts himself out the seat.

Grace throws him a harsh glare as he squeezes past her and collects his duffel bag from the overhead stowage.

Not too long ago the pilot gad announced that they'd finally landed in Johannesburg, South Africa. The weather a typical thirty-four degrees despite the sun having set hours ago.

"Grace remember that you're a quiet and gentle soul...even if you almost murdered a woman over shoes, you're still the most loving person out there." Grace whispers, tightly gripping the planes armrest.

At least I'm pretty sure I'm better than Belle Gunness.

Taking one last breath, Grace grabs her small push and quickly exits the empty plane cabin but not before throwing the rude air hostess with gloved hands a dirty glare.

"It's just stupid plane tickets." Grace whispers to herself as she ducks out the plane. "He's your boss and he has the right to make decisions like these, okay?"

Yes...I think.

Shaking the thoughts out her head Grace eyes quickly glance up at the night sky and as she slowly makes her way down the stairs. Her arms shiver as an unexpected warm breezes passes by.

'Home,' A soft voice whispers deep within her.

"No, not home." Grace whispers into the night as her heart tightly constricts. "His home not mine."

"Ma'am, do you need any assistance?" A thick, accented voice calls a couple feet away. The short woman holds a blinding orange stick in her hands and a shocking yellow jacket over her pointed shoulders.

"No, I'm good." Grace mumbles, clearing the thickness from her throat. "Um, but I go through those doos, right?"

"You mean the ones with the large yellow sign over it?" The woman asks, her head tilted to the side. "And the only doors visible from here?"

"Oh."

"Ya, neh? Americans." She mutters with a shake of her head.

Pushing down her embarrassment, Grace quickly crosses the threshold into the bright building. Her body shivering as its hit with a blast of cold air.  Spotting a figure in he distance, Grace slowly makes her way towards it.

"Do you have your passport?" Grace asks, walking past him.

"Of course." He answers, slipping it out of his suit jacket. "I just wasn't sure where to go from here. You sure took your time getting out the plane that by the time I got bored of waiting for you everybody had already disappeared."

"You waited for me?" Grace says, her voice sickly sweet. "I'm so touched."

Vincent only turns away.

Rolling her eyes, Grace starts towards the yellow sign marked 'South African Residents'.

"Where are you going?" Grace finally asks, as she hears the sound of his footsteps stop behind her.

"I'm following you."

"Into the Residents line?" She asks, her brow arched.

Vincent briefly looks away, his eyes quickly scanning the vast room.

"You're a citizen?"

"Yes." Grace answers, her former irritation bubbling back to the surface. "So, I think your line is over there."