She swore softly as she awoke to the five year old behind her kicking the back of her seat. Her ears popped as the plane touched down on English soil, the soil she'd call home for a the next five months or so. Taylor stepped off the plane and headed to claim her luggage; three plain black Samsonite bags- hardshell for extra protection; her mother insisted. Wade stepped off his flight having not slept at all thanks to the man next to him snoring decibels higher than humanly possible. He rubbed his temples and headed toward the baggage claim in search of three hardshell black Samsonite bags. He preferred the hardshell bags because of an incident a few years back with Alex Riley in FCW. Taylor sought out her bags, and made the short walk outside of the airport to find her ride that would take her to the hotel she'd be staying at. She was so excited to finally get to spend some time in England, but she had jet lag something awful and was desperate to get some rest. Taylor strolled to the front desk of the hotel she'd be staying in, though somewhat fancy for her taste, England was definitely fancier than her hometown, so she didn't think much of it. She grabbed her room key from the receptionist and headed upstairs to room 304. Although she really wanted nothing more than to flop down on the overstuffed bed, she knew she wouldn't be motivated to unpack in the morning. When she unzipped the first bag, she noticed that nothing in there was hers. She saw aerosol deodorant, baby oil, and spandex underwear. Wha… What is this? Oil? Underoos with a flower on the hip? Cute, but definitely not mine… Oh, god.It dawned on her that she'd grabbed the wrong luggage at the airport, which drew the connection that someone else had grabbed her luggage and was now in possession of her intimates and whatnot. She was in the process of dialing the number in the bottom of the bag when her own phone began to ring.
An unknown caller…
"Hello?" she answered in almost a whisper.
"Uh, hello there. I believe I have your luggage, and I assume that you have mine, name's Wade Barrett... and you're Taylor, I assume?" a heavily accented voice said.
"Yes, I do have your bags, Wade. I haven't gone through them at all, just to find your name. Is there anywhere we could meet up and exchange bags?"
"Yes, actually. A little cafe on West Avenue called Machellice. Are you anywhere near there?"
"I am, yes. I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Great, see you then, goodbye."
"Bye."
I've never even met this man, but wow. That accent. Hmm, maybe I'll stay for coffee or something...