I yawned as I sat on the swing of the garden, looking out in the driveway. I ordered my men to pick my girlfriend up. I was excited to see her after she had been visiting her parents in her home country.

I got up from my seat and walked to the driveway. I leaned against the concrete railing, watching a car pull in. I smiled, standing up straight.

My girl stepped out of the car and I enveloped her into a hug.

“Good ride?” I asked with a slight accent.

I took her hand, kissing it.