The refreshing morning breeze of Italy greeted Damian as he stepped out of the plane. Fishing his phone out of the inside pocket of his suit, he checked the address that Tiffany sent to him.
In a hurry, he immediately seek out the car that would bring him to the place. There was a wide smile plastered on his face as the vehicle drove off. He can't wait to see Tiffany, to hold her without worrying about if someone caught them in the act.
After quite some time, the car stopped in front of a hotel. It looked gorgeous from the outside so it does on the inside, he thought. Damian dragged his luggage along with him as he entered the premises. He went straightforwardly to the reception desk and asked for Tiffany's room number.