Slinging the duffle bag over my shoulder and extending the handle of the suitcase, I pull it outside and put on my shoes. Rebecca follows afterward, putting on her boots and the two of us had a light conversation as we wait for the driver to arrive. On the dot, a sleek black car rolls in front of us. Its huge waterfall grille and upright chassis shine in the sun, spotless as if it just came out of the factory.
The driver's seat door opens softly, and a young man in his twenties walks out, buttoning his suit in one fluid motion. His blonde hair radiates in the sunlight as he ruffles through his hair, and breathes out a deep breath. Walking around the car and stopping at the backseat, he casually opens the door for us, before giving us a warm smile.