This.. is where I needed to be.
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A long needed vacation was in store for the scorned female, and she was finally getting it. Too many nights she had spent, mourning over her now-past four year relationship with her ex, Broderick. All of his gifts that he had given her had either thrown in the trash, or burned ruthlessly. Her naturally tanned face and emerald eyes had been a Coke can shade of red every night for the past three weeks from crying non-stop. But, her wallowing in self-pity had recently ended from another tragedy. A distant relative in her country of descent, Spain, had died and she of all people was the only one who was reached. Obviously, she couldn't count on anyone else being there, and a trip away from everything in America is what she needed.
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Longest flight of my life, she sighed to herself while finally getting off the plane. Regardless of the fact that it was night time, the scene of the country was beautiful, as were the people. The wandering female made her way through the airport, taking notice of the looks of the natives. The majority of the women looked like models, or at least it seemed like it. That's the kind of woman Broderick would've gone for, she thought flustered. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink from thinking of her ex-lover, and quickly went to the Coke can shade after a fairly attractive stranger walked past her. He got close enough to touch, which made her whimper out of nervousness. His scent was one of grass after it rained, his hair was a combination of black and chocolate brown, and his eyes matched. They met with her's momentarily after he thought he had run into her. A smile broke at the corner of his lips as he held up a hand to say sorry.
"Lo siento, señorita." the stranger apologized in his thick accent.
Ay dios mios. She smiled and tucked some of her layered hair behind her ear as if to say everything was alright, then continued heading to baggage claim. Maybe I should permanently move to Valencia, the female thought positively for the first time in ages after reaching baggage claim. Conveniently, her suitcase was in view, along with a second bag of her's, making a wave of relief wash over her temporarily. Now I just need to find a hotel, she thought once more after grabbing her bags. Of course, she didn't think it'd be difficult, she could clearly communicate with the natives, but Valencia was an entirely new territory for her.
"Ay dios mios.." she sighed, letting her Spanish roots show a little more while heading towards the doors.
After leaving the airport, she looked around, obviously lost, and it showed on her face. The worst had yet to come, as it had begun to rain violently.
"No umbrella, nowhere to go.." she groaned under her breath.
Vacation's going great, she thought sarcastically. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder, making the unsuspecting female squeal as she turned around. Her nerves calmed down somewhat, seeing the slightly familiar face of the man who had apologized to her.
"Señorita, are you lost?" he questioned curiously, of course with a polite smile.
"Not really lost," she began to explain.
"but I don't have anywhere to go, and if I did, I couldn't get there in the rain and no mode of transportation. ..How did you even know to ask me something?"
A tiny chuckle left the stranger as he stood in front of her.
"I'd hate to sound rude, but you just don't look like a native of España." he explained as nicely as he could.
Now that she thought about it, she really didn't. Her skinned was tanned from her father, a native Cuban, but wasn't light like her mother's a native Spaniard, nor the people who inhabited Spain. I stick out like a sore thumb, she thought, feeling slightly embarassed.
"I'm not.." she admitted.
"I'm actually from America, from New York to be exact.."
A look of intrigue fell across the man's face as he cocked his head to the side.
"I've never met someone from the United States before," he blinked while holding out his hand.
"Amador De Sancha."
She shook his hand with a weak smile and shaky eye contact. Even his name is sexy, she thought bluntly.
"Nikolina Castilla."
"Well, Señorita Castilla," the polite male smiled, kissing the back of her hand.
"I would be glad to open my home up to you for however long you need it."
I wonder how red my face is right about now, she spoke mentally, knowing she was blushing furiously.
"I'd really appreciate that.." she grinned, feeling a lot better.
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The pair had departed from the airport in Amador's quite expensive car, a silver Lamborghini Diablo. That had tipped her off that he had some sort of large amount of money, which make her feel uncomfortable for some unexplainable reason.
"So, Señorita Castilla," he began to speak while watching traffic carefully.
"what brings you here to Valencia?"
To stop thinking about that prick of an ex who left me for some whore caked in clown make-up, I believe, she harshly thought.
"A distant relative of mine died," she informed him, looking out of the rain covered window.
"he apparently knew me, but I never knew him.. So, I'm here for the funeral, out of respect."
The story sounded a little odd to the concentrating male, but he didn't question it.
"Leaving anyone back home in New York?" he smiled, momentarily glancing over at her.
A small scowl came across her face as she knew exactly what he was talking about. Her honesty trait was pushing her, and the fact that she hadn't talked to anyone about the break up yet.
"Actually, I don't have anyone waiting back home for me." Nikolina nearly whispered.
Another thing the driver found strange, making his eyebrows furrow in slight confusion.
"No one? No parents?" Amador questioned, beginning to become even more curious.
"No, my parents died a while ago.."
"No friends?"
"They're all spread out across the country."
"Pets at home?"
