Paris, Charles de Gaulle Airport
Dylan's POV...
"Mr Dylan. The car is ready and waiting for you at the main entrance. I've already loaded your luggage in the car." A tall, middle-aged man said and walked closely behind me when I came out of the departure gate.
Inhaling a deep breath, I just nodded not bothering to give the man any other response. Actually not in the mood to. My mind is a mess now, the long hour flight the crowd in the airport... everything around me is making me more and more exhausted. I'm just forcing myself not to think anything.
I increased my speed and speedily marched towards the entrance, rolling my eyes around to search for the driver who was waiting for me. But my eyes caught someone else and I instantly froze in the place. I took the huge sunglasses off from my eyes to take a clearer look and to be sure that I'm not dreaming.
