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he said, "The majority of the roads in this country were built for horses or are in poor repair, making them difficult to navigate with a larger or sportier vehicle. Not to mention the fact that we will need to be discreet, and a more ostentatious vehicle would not allow us to do so."
    "Makes sense." I made my way to the car, wanting to get away from the chill that soaked into my bones. I opened the passenger side door and found myself staring at the driver's seat. I was such a dumbass; I knew better. Habit, I supposed.
    Leo chuckled as he opened the actual passenger door. “It’ll probably be easier to let me drive, my dear.”
    I tried to cover my blunder. “Go for it. I’d like to look around anyway.” His only response was another laugh.
    We headed straight for the motorway after a brief lecture on some electronic toll system that was spread throughout the country.  There was heavy construction outside of the airport leading towards the city center, but Leo navigated the roads like a pro. Driving on the opposite side of the vehicle and roadways was clearly not a problem for him. The highway bled into rows of older, brick buildings on both sides, with large cathedrals interspersed throughout.
    Before I knew it, we were passing the iron gates of Trinity College. I’d almost signed up for a study abroad program during school, so I’d know this building anywhere. It was a gray brick behemoth decorated with intricately detailed pillars. Its most recognizable feature was a blue Roman clock centered inside a triangular roof truss. Directly below that at ground level, was an arched wooden door. I knew from my research, courtesy of Google, that the main courtyard was located right behind it. The intersection out front was incredibly congested, even at this late hour. It reminded me of Vegas a bit with the heavy mix of both pedestrian and vehicular traffic. That was where the similarities ended though; this was a completely different world.
    Our hotel was located directly across the way, in the heart of the city. Leo pulled up to the curb as a valet ran out to meet us. “Good evening, sir. Are you checking in?”
    Leo stepped out of the car and handed the keys over. “Yes, we are. Our bags are in the back.”
    “Very well, sir.” The valet popped the trunk and began unloading our luggage onto the sidewalk as a bellman transferred everything to a rolling cart. The valet handed Leo a claim ticket and said, “Dial this number for valet reception whenever you require your vehicle. We will have it waiting for you.” He nodded towards the bellman. “Sean here will take your bags for you.” 
    Leo took the card and shook his hand. I was pretty sure he was doing that discreet tipping thing he was so good at. “Thank you.” As he opened my door he asked, “My love, are you ready?”
    I took his hand and joined him. “Let’s go.”
    The bellman followed us over to the front desk and waited for us to check in. Not surprisingly, Leo had reserved the Presidential Suite. We took the elevator, or the lift, as they called it, up to the top floor. After he opened the double doors, Sean rolled our luggage inside and began to offload everything into the master bedroom, as Leo had instructed. Making his way back out front, he asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?” At least that’s what I think he said. It sounded more like, “Is dare anythin’ else oi can doo for yer?”
    Leo did the handshake/tip thing again. “No, that will be all, Sean. Thank you.” He closed the door and looked towards the master bedroom. “There’s an extra bedroom for me adjacent to the loft upstairs.”
    “Wait, what? I’m not taking the master. It’s all yours.”
    Leo briefly walked into the bedroom and came out with his suitcase in hand. “Nonsense.”
    “Nonsense?” I repeated. “What the hell kind of reply is that?”
    He walked over to an end table in the seating area, picked up a leather-bound book, and flipped through the