- ''Welcome to Rome.'' One of the stewardess starts to say once we get down from the private jet. I smile at her and she returns it warmly. Alex has step down from the stairs earlier than me—leaving me behind.
- I look around at the terminal, squinting my eyes to avoid the sun from burning them. Instead of trying hard to look up at the clouds, I end up looking down at both of my feet—following Alex's steps.