“Luke…” Hardy trails off. The struggle is visible from the set of his shoulders to his wistful expression. He sighs deeply, defeated. “Alright, Luke.” Hardy brushes the hair out of Luke’s eyes. “I will travel with you.” Luke’s lips break into a huge smile. “But with one condition.”
“Anything you want, Master Hardy.”
“You’ll let me pay for things. Restaurants, museum tickets, underground tickets. I will tell you what, and you’ll have to accept. You won’t be able to contest. Are we clear?”
Luke’s head bobs up and down. “Yes, Sir.”
“Great. Now stand up, and let’s study. You have an exam on Friday, don’t you?”
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Ward International Airport is bustling with activity when Luke and Hardy meet in front of the third terminal. The airport is big enough to host multiple terminals, but not
