My destination;

Chapter 3:

[RENEE's POV]

LEKNES LUFTHAVN AIRPORT - LOFOTEN ISLANDS [3 PM]

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Leknes Lufthavn Airport. Local time is 3pm and the temperature is 51°F.

For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about.

Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight.

If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you.

On behalf of XXX Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice evening."

After a 19-hours stretch flight, I finally reached my destination... The LOFOTEN islands.

A/n: Image is given above.

An archipelago known for its distinctive scenery with dramatic mountains and peaks, open sea and sheltered bays, beaches and untouched lands. It's capital and largest town, Svolvaèr, lies approximately169Kms inside the Arctic Circle, or approximately 2,420kms away from the North Pole, this making Lofoten one of the world's northernmost populated regions. Although lying within the Arctic Circle, the archipelago experiences one of the world's largest elevated temperature anomalies relative to its high latitude.

Collecting all my luggage, I rushed out expecting, at least, a person holding a white board with my name in bold letters on it. I found nobody. I stood in a corner, as my eyes swept through the place for any sign of the person who should pick me. Failing on the attempt, I reached for my phone inside the bag, to call my dad. I remember him saying, " Since you are starting over a new place you might feel bit anxious. It's okay. There will be someone to pick you. He is an old acquaintance of mine and he will be your guardian. I need you to co-operate with him."

" But there's nobody here ", I muttered more to myself as I turned on the phone.

" Hiii~", a melancholy voice greeted me. I looked at the person standing before me. He had a golden blonde hair styled upwards into perfection. A flirtatious smile constantly playing across his lips. He wore a torn-jeans and a bulgy white T-shirt with a matching white pair of sneakers, and a black ear stud stuck on his right ear giving him a cool look. He was a tall and handsome guy perhaps still in his mid-20's.

"Are you waiting for someone?", the guy asked me with a grin, shoving his hands inside the pockets.

"Do I look like I'm waiting for someone?"

"Well... You do give off the vibes of a girl waiting to be picked".

My eyebrows shot up at the hidden meaning in that sentence. Already annoyed at the fact that I'm waiting here for some unknown mysterious guy who haven't showed up yet and a complete stranger trying here to strike a meaningless conversation I'm not interested in, I spoke a bit harshly

"Yes, I'm waiting for someone. They will be here anytime soon" and moved two steps away from him hoping to end the talk there. But no, he didn't quite catch the message or chose not to. With a long stride, he covered that distance between us. My eyes warily scanning him from head to toe and I tried moved away from him, again. This time 5 steps away. And again, he covered it in two long strides. He had an amused grin on his face as he continued to stare at me. Slightly pissed out, I let out an annoyed sigh.

"What do you want?"

"You". * toothy grin*

"Excuse me?"

"Yeees?"

What the...

"I'm here to pick you, Renee. I'm the guardian your father mentioned about! Honestly, when he said he wanted me to act as his kid's guardian I didn't expect it to be such a big kid. But I don't mind though!" he winked at me with that toothy grin on his face.

I stood there staring at him, my mouth hung open, completely baffled by the fact that this guy here was to be my guardian. To be honest, I was expecting someone who was of my father's age or more. But this guy here in no way seems above 25 and he is my guardian? Oh, for the love of god, he just winked at me! What was Papa thinking while making this decision?

"See, I know I'm too handsome but we need to keep moving if we need to reach before dinner. You can stare all you want in the car and nobody's gonna stop you. I promise."

Oh please.... * scoffs*

Reaching out for my bags, he guided me towards the parking lot.

" My name is Cave. "

"..."

"I know my charms got you all speechless and all. Honestly, I don't blame you for it. I mean, who wouldn't. Look at me! So handsome and perfect! Even I would have been dazed if it were me in your place. "

Is this guy insane????

"But I must tell you, I'm only into hot and sexy blonde girls with long legs. Don't worry, you'll find another guy, although he won't be as perfect as I am. I'm sure you'll find a good one."

Are. You. Kidding. Me. Right. Now!!!

He said it with such a serious face, for a moment I really questioned myself. What is this guy blabbering all about in front of these many people?

Even though I had this urge to seal his mouth shut and knock some sense into his goat-poop sized brain, I followed him quietly.

I don't know much about cars. But from one glance I could say that the one I am about to ride is a super expensive one.

Cave stuffed my luggage into the trunk and took the driver's seat. I sat beside him. Suddenly he leaned too close to me, both of our faces just inches apart. His ocean blue eyes turning into a darker shade of blue. Confusion swept his face as he bore his eyes deeper into mine, as if something was missing from its place. My heart beat faster and cheeks burned red. Heat crept through my neck and my face.

What is he doing?

I froze in my seat not daring to move even a muscle. He slowly raised his arm forward as if to hold me. I shut my eyes tightly waiting for his touch, but it never happened. I slowly opened my eyes when I heard a 'click'. Actually... he was helping me put my seatbelt. Completely flushed by his sudden action I hid my face in my palms. I peeped through my fingers to find him giving me a nasty smirk.

No... That was definitely not unintentional.

After calming down, I shot a sharp glare at him and by the way he was struggling to hold back his laughter, I was now damn sure he did it intentionally. How I wish to smack his head now! Tch!