Tristan alighted down from the plane in his white T shirt and blue jean trousers pulling his pair of sunglasses from hos pockets. His stay in Berlin had been one of the most satisfactory and comforting he must say except some uncomfortable encounters he couldn't avoid. Those encounters made no sense to him and they made him a little nervous about his upcoming days but he had preferred not to do anything about stupid and listen to the voice that controlled from an unknown source. He walked out of the airport few minutes later, pulling his bag behind him ignoring the fact everyone couldn't bear the screeching noise its tires made.
"I am here. Could you come and pick me up please?" He requested the cab driver who was suppose to pick him up. The man had agreed in a sober unfriendly tone but
