Hearst carried Anaya down the stairs, as easily as holding a light cat. He walked firm and steady.
Martin and the driver were waiting for Hearst at seat B05.
This was the seat of Anaya and Aracely.
When Hearst went upstairs, Martin came over to guard Aracely.
Martin saw that Anaya had fainted and asked, "Is she alright? Do you need my help?"
"No, she just fell asleep." Hearst looked at the driver and said lightly, "Send Ms. Tarleton home."
"Yes." The driver nodded.
Hearst took Anaya's bag and continued walking.
He looked around and found Anaya's car at a glance.
Hearst put her down, held her in his arms, and searched for the car keys in her bag.
Anaya slept in a daze. Her head was rubbing against his chest like a cat's paw scratching his heart. It was a little itchy.
Hearst said with a faint smile as he placed his large palm on top of her head and pressed it lightly, "Don't move."