The Moving-1

"If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere. It's up to you" - Frank Sinatra

Alessandra's POV

Manhattan, New York

The plane landed smoothly at the JFK airport, and the flight took seven hours, to be exact. And honestly, it felt longer than seven hours.

After claiming our baggage, we headed out to the arrival lounge, where Lucy's brother was supposedly waiting for our arrival.

And it didn't take us long to find him.

As soon as we arrived at the waiting area, Lucy spotted him right away.

He looks dashing, sporting tight jeans paired with a white shirt and a black leather jacket.

He waved at us when he saw us, with that broad smile plastered on his face.

"Salvador!" Lucy squealed as she waved back at him vigorously. I was giggling beside her.

Suddenly, all the fear that resided in my heart throughout the journey washed over.

As soon as we reached him, "¡Hola, hermanita." (Hey, sister.)

And he excitedly pulled his sister in for a hug.

Then he turned to me with a grin. "Hola, señorita Ali!" (Hey, Miss Ali!) he grinned boyishly and did the same thing.

Pulling me into his embrace, as he did with Lucy, I happily return his embrace just as briefly.

"Hola, Salvador. ¿Como estás?" (Hey, Salvador. How have you been?) I asked, returning his big smile.

He's like a brother to me.

I stood back behind my trolley as I waited for him to go.

"Muy bien, Ali. Gracias." (I'm fine, Ali. Thank you.) He replied as he turned his eyes back to his little sister.

"You look so well, Salvador!" Lucy grinned cheekily, pushing her trolley to him, which he gladly took, shaking his head afterward from Lucy's sweet remarks with a smile.

He pushed Lucy's trolly, and he guided us out.

Lucy and I trailed behind him ( while I pushed my trolley), leading us to the parking lot.

As soon as we got out, he came to a sudden halt and swiveled to face us. "Bienvenidas a Nueva York, señoritas." (Welcome to New York, ladies.) He exclaimed enthusiastically, causing me to grin excitedly.

My family used to go on a vacation, but they never brought me to any place here in the US.

My brothers frequently fly here because they are running the business. Mostly, their conferences are held here in the US.

While me, I was stuck with my mother back home. The only places I've been was in Europe.

Salvador led us to his Black Mercedes GL-Class SUV.

He deposited our luggage in the trunk as Lucy and I settled in the back seats.

Then, he sat on the driver's seat, turning on the engine.

Salvador checked in on us to see if we are settled in the back before he drove to his condo on the east of Murray Hill.

Lucy and I fell asleep on the way.

"Ali." A soft jerk on my shoulder caused my eyes to snap open.

A blurred vision of broad shoulders and darker brown curly hair was before my tired, and sleepy eyes.

Slowly, my eyes adjusted, and I smiled when grinning Salvador became clearer in my vision.

I jolted and sat upright, disorientedly.

I gave him a sheepish smile.

"We're here," he muttered a little apologetic, perhaps for waking us up.

I averted my gaze beside me, and Lucy just woke up, too.

She looks just as disoriented as I am, but then when everything seemed to process in her head, like a switch, her daze gone as she reached out for the door, and opened it. She clambered as fast as lightning, eager to see the place we are going to live for a while.

"I had all your luggage up in my place," he muttered with a grin. "Are you both okay?" Salvador asked, shifting my eyes at him, I nodded.

He was looking at me sympathetically.

"Yes!" Lucy squealed exuberantly, as she bounced up and down like a little kid, then launch herself to her brother who was caught unguarded. How did she do that? I'm freaking exhausted!

I just nodded, too tired to even open my mouth, and climbed out of the car, then followed them to the tall building in front of us.

It wasn't as luxurious as I imagined, brown old bricks with big windows, it seems to be an old building but was maintained to keep it running.