Lucy's eyes scanned the deserted roads, her mind racing with possibilities. She couldn't give up now.
She instructed her driver to head to the airport, hoping against hope that Leo's destination was truly Italy, and he would be flying out from there.
As they arrived at the airport, Lucy's driver expertly navigated the terminals, finally stopping at the private jet section.
Lucy's heart skipped a beat as she spotted Leo's jet preparing for takeoff.
Without hesitation, Lucy leapt out of the car and sprinted towards the jet, her heels clicking on the tarmac.
She reached the stairs just as they were about to be retracted.
"Wait!" she cried, grabbing the railing.
The attendant looked at her in surprise but stepped aside, allowing her to board.
Leo, seated in the luxurious cabin, looked up as Lucy entered. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes narrowed slightly.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice cold.
"I'm going with you," Lucy replied, her chest heaving with exertion. "To Italy."
Leo raised an eyebrow. "You think you can just follow me around the world?"
Lucy took a deep breath. "I need to talk to you, Leo. I need to make things right between us."
The jet's engines roared to life, and the plane began to taxi down the runway.
Would you like me to continue or explore a different direction?