From London to Malibu : a summer fling

The Arrival

After 10 H 25 M in the aeroplane

I claimed my baggage and placed them on the trolley then made my to the arrivals exit after making a quick toilet break.

When I got to the exit my father was nowhere to be found. All I see is two latino girls, a group of well suited corporate men , a few different people holding name cards and an old man holding a flower bouquet and a huge note was attached to it that reads

"Welcome home sweetheart" (ahhh so sweet! he must be waiting for his wife) I thought.

"Maybe father was running late" I whispered to myself before taking out my phone.

I moved my trolley to the side making sure i was not blocking the way. I was about to call dial my faher when I looked around once more to see if my father was around when suddenly that old man was waving towards me.

I looked behind me to see who's the lucky lady but no one was there except for the security guards.

I turned back to him with a puzzled expression on my face and pointed my right hand index finger to my face and mouthed "me" and the old man nodded with a smile on his sweet face.

"WTF! don't tell me the old man was senile enough and thought that I was his wife or anything" I muttered to myself before slowly pushing my trolley and making my way towards him. "well maybe he's just asking is I'd seen his wife" I thought and forced an obviously fake smile on my face.

"Yes sir, are you looking for someone?" I said politely.

"Yes." he replied then continued "and I found her" .

"Pardon me" I said still forcing a smile.

"You're her" he said then took my trolley from me.

"Wait!" I stuttered. " there must be a mistake , I'm 16 years old and I'm from London so i can't be your wife.." I said then continued "do i even look like i'm 70 to you?" I whispered to him.

"Don't worry" he said "Your father sent me to take you home Miss Applement".

"Oh.. he did?" I replied with an embarassed tone and cursing myself in my head for being stupid and paranoid.

"Yes , so let's go." he said then chuckled "I'm Abraham your butler Miss Applement".

We were walking towards the limousine.

"By the way , I'm Nicole I said . "I'm already aware of that Miss Applement" Abraham replied.

The limo driver took care of my luggage and Abraham opened the doors for me before signalling me to get inside.

"You can call me Nicole and you don't look so 70 and you're wife won't be 70 either" I said in a low voice.

"Yes Nicole. If I was 70 then I don't think i will be able to walk as fast as i'm now" he replied with a small grin on his face.

"I am so sorry Abraham." I said

"Don't be. now please get in the car and buckle up Nicole" he replied with a smile.

"It's just it's my first time here in America, it was always my father visiting me in England." I explained.

"It really not a problem miss." He said with a smile.

"This is so embarassing" I muttered to myself.

Abraham was shutting the door of the passenger's seat and said "By the way Nicole. I'm only 61".

"Of course you are" I replied with pride before sunking in to the seat and wishing that i was invisible right now.

About an hour later