//Your POV//

The air, thick and terrible to breathe in.

I walked out of the airport.

I looked around for a bit.

The sun was covered by clouds and it was humid.

The air actually smelt nice, like when it's the summer and I'm sitting on my mother's front porch, reading a book.

She used to tell me when you can smell the rain, it was perfect.

She loved it, she would've loved it here.

Yet she's stuck in that hospital back home.

Cold, stuffy, and boring; nothing that goes with her.

I walked over to a blue car that had "TAXI" on the side, parked by the curb.

"Español?" Asked the driver as I got in.

"No, my apologies," I apologized.

"That's alright miss. Location?"

I told him the address of the hotel and he left after I paid him.

I put in my earbuds and listened to music.

"So this is Mexico," I whispered.

I gazed out the window, mesmerized at how pretty it was.

"Yeah, it's nice. Although, where you're heading, crimes everywhere. Stay safe, no?" The man said in a heavy accent.

"I will. How bad exactly?" I asked, pulling out my notepad, hoping to get some commentary from a local.

"Reporter, I see."

"Journalist." I corrected him.

"Ah. Well, when you have actual super villains around, it gets pretty messy. We do have heroes but I'm starting to think villains are starting to out number heroes," The driver gave his opinion.

"Thank you, Mr..?"

"Sanchez. Glad I can help," Mr. Sanchez smiled.

"I will give you credit in my article. It's for Points and Passion. Maybe you've heard of it?"

I can see his eyes light up.

"Yes, I read every week! I really liked that article on how technology was going to over throw us all from last week," Mr. Sanchez laughed a wheezy laugh.

"I wrote that."

"¡De ninguna manera! You're Y/n L/n?!"

"Yes."

"Wow! You're my favorite author from Points and Passion! It's a pleasure meeting you!" Mr. Sanchez Squealed.

"Thank you," I smiled, liking the attention from the fan.

We soon pulled up to the hotel.

"Thank you, Mr. Sanchez," I nodded.

"Goodbye, Ms. L/n! I hope everything goes well!" Mr. Sanchez beamed.

I entered the hotel and gave the clerk my voucher from Mr. Hilenberg.

Once I got to my room, I couldn't help but flop on my bed.

"Ahh...comfy," I sighed.

I wasn't in formal wear so I'd be comfortable on the plane ride.

I laid down and stared at the ceiling.

I was already out of my comfort zone- My office, my apartment, my cubicle.

I was in fucking Hatsville, not (Town)!

I looked at the clock on the nightstand.

"7:18," I mumbled.

I unpacked my things, and decided to keep my laptop locked in my suitcase so no one touches it, which I doubt would even happen.

Just my nerves getting the better of me.

I wasn't hungry, nor thirsty.

I was a little tired, but not ready to go to sleep.

I felt a bit shaky, homesick even.

I missed my mom.

I took out my phone and called the number.

5 rings later, click!

"Hello?"

"Hey mom," I greeted her.

"Hello starlight," My mother said with my nickname.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm...fine. Not better nor worse. So, how's Mexico?"

"I just got here and currently in my hotel room. I think I'll interview the guy tomorrow."

"I think you should also take this time to rest as well," My mom suggested.

"Can't. That isn't my style."

"I know. Think you'll meet any cute boys?" My mom snickered.

"No, mom."

"Come on. I want grandkids~," I could hear the joy and sass in her tone.

"Ew. If anything, he'd get in my way, and-"

"Nobody's right for me, blah, blah, blah. Starlight, you really need to open up. Have you tried that dating site Morise suggested?"

Morise was my mom's best friend since childhood and is like an uncle to me.

He was just as quirky as my mom.

"No."

"Whatever. Are you nervous?"

"I'm treating this just as any other interview. I don't need controversy and I definitely don't need the media more on my back as they already are now," I rolled my eyes.

The news had already learned that I was going through with this interview, making a viral sensation spread all over in two days.

People were either telling me it's better off if I don't go through with it since it's dangerous or wishing me luck (which I appreciated sort of).

Some people even said that I'd become a villain or already had.

The internet: You love it, you hate it.

It always made my job harder.

"Well, I'm getting more tired. Talk to you tomorrow mom."

"Goodnight, starlight," My mom wished me goodnight, "I love you."

"Love you too."

The call ended.

I laid back down.

"I gotta get this over with."

I got dressed into pajamas and brushed my teeth.

I opened up the bed and climbed in.

"Tomorrow better work out or I'm quitting."