“Of course not,” I agreed. “But we have much to do today, and we’d best get started.” I drained my coffee then stood and placed the mug in the sink. “Get your coat.”
“My coat? Where are we going?” she asked, surprise coloring her tone.
“Out,” I said firmly.
“No. No, no, no,” she insisted. “I have to call the airline, I need to get my phone replaced, I need to get ahold of my sister.”
“And we will do all of that,” I promised her. “From the car.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she argued.
“Look, you’re only here for a short time, yes?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Yes,” she admitted. “Two more days.”
“And do you want to spend your entire trip indoors, trying to figure out how to get home, or do you want to actually see Hamburg?” I challenged.
“Don’t do that,” she complained, rolling her eyes at me.
“Do what?”
“Use logic to win an argument,” she said, huffing out a sigh.
“Shall we, then?” I asked, careful to keep my face calm and not smirk at her.
“I suppose I could go out for a while,” she agreed.
“If you write down your email address,” Simon said, handing Hannah a piece of paper and a pen. “I’ll have this part taken care of by time you return.”
“How exactly are you going to do that?” Hannah asked, scribbling her information down.
“I’m going to ask nicely,” Simon said, taking the paper back and walking away.
“German’s are so weird,” Hannah mumbled.
“Funny,” I told her as I led her toward the hall. “I was just thinking the same thing about Americans.”
Chapter Seven
~Hannah~
“I’m sorry,” I said into the phone, trying desperately not to start crying. Or screaming. “You didwhatwith my luggage?”
“Your luggage was located and sent to Detroit Metro Airport, as requested,” the agent said cheerfully.
“No. Not as requested,” I argued. “I’m in Germany. My luggage was in route to Germany. Why the hell would you send it all the way back to Detroit when I’m here?”
“I’m very sorry,” the agent said, her voice still far too chipper. “Our records indicate that your belongings were to be forwarded to DTW when found.”
I closed my eyes and counted to ten before speaking again.
“And how do I get it routed back here to Germany?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, clearly not remotely sorry. “We’re unable to redirect lost luggage once it has been located and returned.”
“Youlost it!” I snapped. “So, there’s nothing that can be done?”
“Not at this point,” the woman said. “Is there anything else I can do for you today Ms. Montgomery?”