As soon as we landed, I followed Xavier out of the plane.
Thankfully, there wasn't a huge crowd of journalists and paparazzi waiting for us— but it was clear that a similar scene would be outside the premises of the private plane section.
Xavier seemed to have found a way to ignore the hanging crisis on his head. His face was again neutral — just a speck of line on his forehead depicted the not-so-little stress he had. As he continued to move out of the area, I caught up with him.
"Hey! You do know that there are many reporters there, right?" I exclaimed.
"So?" He gave me a curious look.
"How does that matter?"
"How does that matt— are you out of your mind?" I came in front of him and he stopped. "They'll eat you alive!"
"I can't hide from what is done." He shrugged, pulled me aside and continued walking. "Besides, I can handle a few people."I sighed exaggeratedly.
