Snippet #1486199

Victor was glad to be off of the plane too, though for different reasons to Ritz—flying didn’t bother him but the lack of legroom certainly did. He was a tall lad but disproportionately so; most of his height came from his long grasshopper legs. This had not made for the most comfortable of journeys. Still, despite the fact that he’d ended up in every possible sitting position and a few impossible ones, there was a grin on his face as he stretched and disembarked from the plane.

They were finally at Rio.

Seeing the place from above had confirmed in mind that it had been a great choice of destination: not only had it looked stunning but the pattern of the buildings and moon-shapes of the beaches had seemed to talk to him, smile at him almost. There were messages everywhere. He didn’t say that, though—he knew that people tended to find that sort of thing kind of weird. He didn’t mind.

“Hallelujah!” Victor said happily in response to Ritz, still looking around the terminal, trying to take every little thing in. Everything was heaving with life—already, even in the airport terminal with the rip-off gift-shops and rows of paperback books and McDonald’s coffee cups everywhere, there was something vibrant in the atmosphere.

He hefted his hand luggage over his back as they continued to walk. He had no idea about the hotel—he wasn’t an organised person in the least and his mind had a tendency to wander about details like that. Even the important ones.

“This is going to be the best trip,” he murmured, eyes still searching the area—Victor was most likely one of the calmer of the group but even he couldn’t shake off the wide grin on his face. His gaze flickered over the friends, taking them all in, though his gaze ducked away slightly when it came to Charli. Nonetheless, he was determined to only see this trip as an advantage: they could mend their friendship over the summer, he hoped, back to how it used to be.

Now, had they hired a car or were they taxiing? Not that it made any difference to Victor: he wasn’t supposed to drive.