Chapter 72: Spain And A Downhill Meeting
Outside the port, a jeep waits for us, upon laying eyes on it, I sigh inwardly, and I want to ask for a normal sized sleek car for once.
I get that everything about Darius is big-in more ways than one-but still, I prefer smaller elegant cars.
But, it's pointless to inwardly complain like this.
Darius makes way for me to get in first, which I feel a warmth in my heart for.
He follows behind, and when we get settled in, the jeep takes off.
As we drive, I'm completely absorbed by the outside.
Everything sings in a beauty harmonious melody to me, the city of Barcelona is truly alive and beautiful.
I keep my eyes glued to the window as the, as the scenery, the people and everything else had never been more synchronous in its harmony.
The ride to our destination had never been shorter, for once, I didn't want it to be that way, but as fate would have it.