A young man with slightly long blond hair and forest green eyes approached you.
"Hallo, you are Miss (l/n), yes? I am Vash Zwingli, from the exchange program. I believe I am staying with you and your family."
"Yes, Vash. Welcome to (c/n). I hope you will enjoy staying with us. Now, you need to get your bag checked by the customs officers. over there."
You gestured to the right of you. You turned to look at him an you could see him looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Vash? Is there something wrong?"
He pulled you into a corner and whispered in your ear: "(name). I have 2 guns and some ammunition in my bag. What should I do?"
Okay, now was the time to panic. How did he bypass the security in his own country?
"Errrm... Maybe we should get someone to help.. I mean, it's not often that someone brings something like that into (c/n). Not calling you weird or anything!"
He laughed at how flustered you had become. You had lost all words so continued your lecture through majestic hand movements, until you noticed several airport security staff looking strangely at you. You then had a brainwave.
"Vash?"
"Hmm?"
"We're going to take a taxi back to my house. I'm really sorry about all of this, how can I make it up to you?"
He laughed.
"(name), we've just met and you're already trying to make things up to me. You don't need to do that. Here, I'll pay for the taxi, even though I have no clue as to why we can't just get picked up by your parents. Are they at work?"
You blushed. Why was he so nice?