MARTINS POV.
My eyes remained pinned amongst the crowd waiting outside. I scanned through very carefully; my father had said that as soon as I got out of the airport there would be a man waiting for me.
And it was just like he had stated, a man was indeed waiting, his eyes lingering in my wheelchair with a look tickled with irritation.
“Mr martins?” He called out to me, and I nodded with a smile, determined to keep calm and act foolish for as long as I possibly could; getting all wrapped up in their talks and acts wasn't something that I wanted.
“You caught a quick glance of me; I was worried I would miss you,” I responded, feigning ignorance to the curt manner in which he had spoken.
“Well, there aren't many disabled people in wheelchairs now, are there?” He asked once again before
