The next morning, bright and early, Mirabella and Nick were off to the airport. Their flight was at nine, but since their small town didn't have a direct flight option, they had to catch an intercity bus from the city at eleven.
Once they landed, Mirabella, phone in hand, was pondering whether to grab a shuttle back home or maybe rent a car. That’s when Nick chimed in.
“Mirabella, got a ride waiting outside for us.”
Lifting her gaze, Mirabella blinked in surprise. “A ride?”
Nick nodded as he grabbed her suitcase and started toward the parking lot. “Yeah, rented a car.”
Mirabella hurried after him, silently impressed. Trust Nick to have everything planned out to the T.
They quickly made their way out of the airport, and Nick scanned the area before heading towards a Jeep parked not too far away. Leaning against the Jeep was a man, head bowed, focusing on something on the ground. Sensing their approach, he suddenly looked up. His eyes sparkled with recognition at the sight of Nick, and a flicker of excitement passed briefly when his gaze shifted to Mirabella.
He straightened up and strode towards them. He was about to shout something that started with ‘big’, but a stern look from Nick stopped him short.
Catching the hint, Atlas quickly corrected himself, “…Mr. Davis, you’ve arrived.”
Nick hummed in response, placing their two suitcases and a few boxes of prepared gifts in front of the car.
Mirabella, walking beside him, gave their ‘rental driver’ a curious glance. The man’s initial reaction seemed familiar, almost as if he knew them. And did he start to say ‘big’?
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