At 16 o'clock, I was already in the car that would take us to the airport.
Oz sat next to me as he finished sending emails from his smartphone. I didn't understand how he managed everything, but I suppose he was extremely organised.
" I thought you were driving today " I said.
" No, I have some work to finish. I'm sorry, but I'll have to work a bit on the flight too " he replied, stroking my cheek.
" It doesn't matter, I'll get some sleep "
" Okay, so I'll have you all to myself later " he smiled.
I blushed, the driver and his guard in the passenger seat must have heard it.
I huffed.
" Won't you tell me where we're going to go? " I asked.
" No " he chuckled.
" Okay, I got some cigars for Noah and something for you " I said, grabbing a wooden box from my backpack.
Oz looked at me
