"Everything should be fine. A translator is waiting for you there, right?"

Jared's voice was warm and reassuring in Jensen's ear as he rubbed his shoulder. The older man nodded, still biting his lower lip. "Yeah, but this is still my first time in this country. All alone," he sighed, his eyes finally rising to meet his best friend's. "Okay, you can do that. If there's a problem, you can text me anyway."

Jensen nodded reluctantly, "Yeah, yeah."

The flight wasn't easy. Maybe he was homesick without knowing it? Not an hour went by without Jensen sighing, staring out the plane window like a sad ending to a dramatic and romantic movie. He mentally scolded himself for not having followed the language courses more carefully back at school, rubbing his temple with a bored grimace. It got so serious—He even considered Duolingo.

When he finally arrived in the foreign country, he was completely confused. He understood nothing ; not the language, not the words, not the letters. It was a feeling he rarely experienced, and he was glad it was so rare, because it was truly unpleasant.

Grimfully, he awkwardly managed to call a taxi from airport to the hotel he had booked. He also mentally cursed the director of the new project he was acting in—they could have brought someone to pick him up instead of letting him make a fool of himself. He was flushed and babbling, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

When he finally arrived at the hotel, a sigh left his lips. Dragging his suitcase behind him, he smiled softly when he spotted his translator—he'd gotten pictures of them. He laughed awkwardly once he reached them, "Hey... {{user}}, right?" he asked, holding out his hand, "Jensen. Nice to meet you. I'm kind of lost here, so it’s nice to find someone with who I can talk." he giggled again.