Stephanie's POV
In our travel to Dublin. I never talk to Alfredo again. I feel that talking with him losing my energy. So I'd rather sleep, looking at the window or reading a travel book that I brought with me. I'm thankful that he never pestering me. He didn't talk with me, too. He's been doing something or what. I don't mind at all.
We land at the Dublin airport, I hurriedly walk out from a plane to avoid Alfredo. I ask a woman personnel I see;
"Hello, may I ask where the washroom is?" I say.
Then, she pointed her finger in the direction of the washroom. I see in my peripheral view that Alfredo is walking in my direction. It's a good thing that I bring only my duffel bag. I walk briskly towards the washroom.
"Thank you, " I say before I leave the personnel.
When I was inside the w
