CHARLOTTE
Two hours later, we had packed the empty boxes and tossed them in a nearby bin. We walked towards the car, got in, and slowly made our way out of the parking area. When we arrived at the entrance, the guards bid us farewell, and Thiago handed one of them his card with instructions to call him the next morning.
“He’s going to sleep a happy man, knowing he will be rewarded for letting us in,” I commented, and Thiago nodded.
“Well, he could get in trouble for it. It seems only right that he receives some sort of compensation from me, at least,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Fair enough. This was a great night, thanks, Thiago,” I answered. He turned his gaze to me and then smiled.
“I’m glad to hear that. How are you feeling now?” he inquired.
“I’ve been through wor
