***Austin***
Two hours later once the light had faded completely, the coaches came to a stop in the large car park that served the ski resort village. I gently rub Ella's arm until she wakes up.
"Hey there, sleepyhead, we're here," I whisper, kissing her on her forehead. She sits up and looks at me bleary-eyed and then examines my top where her head had been.
"Oh no, did I drool? I never do that," she said, looking up at me apologetically.
"Er...no, you didn't. It's...sweat. Your head has been there for several hours," I reply awkwardly. I felt boiling on this coach and I couldn't wait to get outside.
"Well we've arrived, time for a good stretch everyone," announces one of the teachers.
Ella stands up out of her seat and stretches with a yawn; then her face breaks into a warm smile
