Suspicious, everything is beyond suspicious, or is this what my sleep-deprived brain is telling me. Alex is in a frenzy, not stopping, not looking and I think he isn't even thinking. He is running around our suite like a wild goose on loose.
I can't see him but I sure as hell can hear him. My bedroom door is closed and locked. Last night I didn't have time to enquire from him why we were boarding a flight to Orlando, FL but now I would demand my answers. The minute we parked our car, another man quite similar to Gary approached us, whispered something in Alex's ear, and handing him an envelope went his merry way.
And the sweet man that Alex is he didn't deem it fit to answer my questions and rushed us through security and onboard we were. The only thing that I came to know during the whole 3 hours it took us to reach Orlando was that he had initially planned for us to take a road trip there.
