My Ice Prince - стр. 13
– She's always been very sensitive» my father smiled and put his arm around her shoulders.
– Yeah, I noticed it at Mariszka's wedding! – I said unhappily (then mum only knew how to sob). – Well, stop it, Stefania, I'm not dying!
– Okay, go to the landing, otherwise, she will not let you go, – said my father jokingly.
I hurriedly moved away from my parents.
– I'll make a phone call! – I shouted to them, and then quickly went through security, found my flight, boarded the plane and took my seat.
«Dear passengers, please fasten your seatbelts» I soon heard and involuntarily smiled in anticipation of the flight.
Everything around was new for me, absolutely unknown, interesting, and I looked at the passengers, the stewardesses, and the situation with all my eyes. I watched people, because I had never been in human society before, and even in an aeroplane: I had always flown only on my parents' private plane, and now the huge real world stunned me.
Unfortunately, I was unlucky with my neighbour: she was an older, full brunette who slept the whole way and snored quietly, sometimes chewing her lips, but it made me laugh and I didn't even turn on the music to watch her.
The flight went by quickly, or maybe it seemed that way to me. After landing, everyone suddenly started clapping their hands, and I was not lagging behind, although I wondered what all this action was for. And when people started to get off the plane, I was breathless at the thought that I was already in England. I walked out on wobbly legs, realising with all my being that I had entered another world, a world belonging to people… And in another country, another culture, another language environment!
Thanks to my keen people-watching, I successfully picked up my luggage, but I had to hire a loadman to do it – my numerous bags were «beyond my strength». Of course, I could have easily carried them myself, but in people's eyes I was just a fragile girl, and I could feel the admiring glances. I felt uncomfortable with all the attention.
I went out of the airport building to hire a taxi (the luggage handler rolled my bags behind me on a trolley), but, as it turned out, there were no cars in the car park. I was confused, not expecting such a turn of events and previously believing that there was a whole crowd of taxi drivers waiting for me, hungry for my money.
– Miss Mroczek! – I suddenly heard an unfamiliar male voice not far from me.
«Is it calling for me? It can't be, because nobody knows me here!» – I thought, but I turned round to see the voice calling my name.
– Miss Mroczek… Misha Mroczek… It's you, isn't it? – A rather tall, dark-haired guy came up to me, and of course he spoke English.
There was no limit to my surprise.
– Yes» I replied. – Do I know you?
The guy grinned and looked me over from head to toe. His tactlessness caught me uncomfortably off guard.
– My eyes are actually here! – I told him sternly.
– Oh, I apologise… No, I haven't met you yet, but I've been waiting for you to show up for over an hour» he said confusedly. – My name is Harry Smith: my family is your landlord.
– It's nice to meet you, Harry, but I don't understand why you've been waiting for me. – I was even more surprised.
– I'll take you to the flat» he replied.