● Chapter Sixteen ●
After our plane landed it was one in the morning here, and barely four in the afternoon for everyone back at home. My back ached from the stupid chairs that are terrible to sleep on, I mean why couldn't they do actual comfortable chairs and enough space so that you could move your body around if you were someone who moved around in their sleep? I mean is it that hard to give us that sort of thing? I swear if I had to go through that same pain on the way back I'll throw hands, literally.
"Come on, we can go up to our room." Mr. Giordano says holding his hand out for me, a key in his hand. I tiredly stand up from the couch that was placed in the lobby of our hotel and allowed him to drag me to the elevator. While we stood in the elevator, Alejandro wraps his arms
