our past

Aviv's POV

"Erik.. drive fast otherwise we will miss our flights," I said being desperate to leave France.

Two days in France was not as easy as I had guessed. I was missing my city so much. So much than ever.

"Okay okay, not city Ella... You got me."

Erik glanced at me through rare view mirror and raised his eyebrows, "Are you alright Aviv? We are heading to the airport two hours early than regular time and still, you think flight will not be taking us?"

I coughed in embarrassment. Erik was right. I had instructed him to drive me airport two hours earlier than usual and still, I was asking him to drive fast.

I grabbed the newspaper and buried my embarrassed face behind it pretending to read it.

"What is wrong with you Aviv? Why are you being so stupid?" I yelled at myself underneath my breath.

"But no worries Aviv you will get to her right on time," Erik said in a sarcastic tone.

"No, words Erik no words focus on your driving..." I mumbled still pretending to be busy with the newspape