The rest of her flight was fairly uneventful, save a couple of runs to the bathroom to throw up. Lisa very much enjoyed the first class experience. It was her first one, and she felt both special and a little embarrassed, as she felt she didn't belong up there with all of the rich and important people.
She heard the landing gear come down out of its uplock with a loud clunking sound. It startled people around her, but didn't affect Lisa at all; she knew what was going on already. The plane landed softly and smoothly, a testament to both the technology of the plane, and the skill of the pilots. She watched out her window as the behemoth of a plane taxied up to the gate, and as ramp workers started to unload the cargo compartment. Lisa was one of the first to de-board the plane, and since she only had a carry-on, she was through customs in no time. She walked to one of the exits, the nearest one to the arrivals gate, and was about to text Sheamus asking where to hitch a cab to, when a young man in a suit approached her. "Lisa?" Lisa nodded in response. The man continued, "If you'll come with me please, I'm here to drive you to your destination. I'll take your bag, please." Lisa thanked him and followed him to a Lincoln Towncar. 'Travelling in style again,' she thought to herself.
The driver was very chatty, and spent most of the half-hour trip telling Lisa all about the scenery, history, and fun things to do in the Orlando area. Lisa nodded and smiles and 'mm-hmm'd' when appropriate, and enjoyed the ride. She'd never been this far south in the U.S and it was beautiful. So much green, so lush, so pretty. They got off the freeway and drove for a bit longer through a residential area. The driver pulled up into an empty driveway, and got out of the car to open her door. She thanked him, and took her bag from him after he grabbed it from the trunk. He pulled away, and Lisa took a minute to get herself together. She took a deep breath, and approached the door.
The house was modest, especially for a guy with money. It was a bungalow style, well-kept and very clean. It was white brick on the outside, with a small lawn in the front, along with a walkway lined with white stones. There was a big picture window in the front, which currently had thick curtains closed over it. She walked up to the privacy-glassed door, and raised her hand to knock. Before she could knock, the door flew open inwards, and Lisa let out a shriek. Sheamus was there, and he scooped her up in a big hug, swinging her feet around and shouted, 'Lisa! So happy teh see yeh, dollface!"
"Agh! Put me down before I barf!" Lisa shouted. Sheamus put her down with a sheepish look on his face. "Hi," she said, shyly, while straightening her t-shirt.
"Hi yourself! C'mon in," he said, standing to one side and gesturing her to enter. She walked into his house and was amazed at how clean and sparse it was. "I know," he said, "Dasn't look like anyone lives here, does it? I'm away so often that I jest never find the time to fix it up the way I should. So c'min, sit down, hang out." He took her bag and took it into another room. Lisa perched in the corner of the large, plush sectional couch. Sheamus returned from dropping off her bag and sat down beside her. "So I guess we have some things teh talk about, now don't we?"
"Yeah, we do," Lisa said with a sigh.