How do I get out of this one?
He chewed through a few possibilities. He already knew exactly where all the exits were, where security was, and even where a few large crowds were. Things that seem to come in handy most of the time. The catch with most of the time, however, was that it was not all of the time. He couldn't just leave her here. It causes too much suspicion, and suspicion is definitely something he doesn't need. People are unpredictable creatures, and have a habit of getting in your way. Even when they don't know it.
So, short of knocking her out and stuffing her in the trunk, he decided the best way to go about this was to go with the flow. And why not? She wasn't armed, he'd already checked during that hug.
"So where are we going first?" he asked with a near perfect mimic of a knowing smile. Chances were, if she was picking him up, she'd be taking him somewhere as well. She just beamed back at him, saying "it's a surprise."
About the time they arrived at her cherry red sports car, something in his head was screaming Trap! Trap!, but he couldn't figure out her angle. If she were there to kill him, he'd never have made it off the plane. If she were planning on interrogating him, he wouldn't be conscious for the ride there. That could only mean, if she still had ill intent, that she was a complete amateur. And one thing any amateur had in common once they'd crossed paths with him, was they wish they'd never been born.
As the minutes rolled by, small talk took hold of them. He confirmed his suspicions about her financial status. Rich was definitely a word you could use to describe her, but she didn't seem to have a rich personality. He tried to talk as little as possible, gathering information as she spoke about what had happened since the last time he'd been to visit. She seemed genuinely pleased to see him, so he felt a little more at ease. Not entirely, of course. Letting your guard down gets you killed.
Soon, they were driving down a residential road, houses blurred by a combination of snow and speed. That is, until they rounded a corner and she came to a smooth stop in front of house blanketed in smooth snow. The scene was truly a Christmas cards envy. As the engine died, the girl grinned madly and hunched her shoulders, as if holding in her excitement another moment would make her exploded. "Ta-da!"
Gareth's training was slowly leaving him in the dust. What did he do now? He decided to act surprised, as obviously he was supposed to be. "So you're saying...?" he trailed off. Better than a direct question any day. "Yes!" she squealed. "My parents are gone! You're finally staying with me!"