"XIU, I'm at the airport now," Marius told him as soon as the call was connected. The faint flight announcements and Sirius asking whether he could get another portion of french fries drifted faintly from the background.
"Airport?" He Juan blinked, taken aback. Why would they go to the airport when it was only the second day of the New Year? He Juan wondered whether trouble had arisen when the recollection hit him soon after. Ah, that's right. Marius was always so humble that He Juan sometimes forgot he had hailed from a prominent mafia clan with terrifying power that had been passed down through generations. And being the leader of such a prominent clan, Marius had to show his face at every family gathering lest the branch family started to think that he had dropped dead somewhere or not interested in the position any longer. "Back to Canada?"
