Remembering Scotland On the edge of a mental breakdown Macy decides to go on a holiday to Scotland. Without planning the whole trip, she spontaneously signs up for a bus tour. As the only tourist under the age of 50 she soon adapts, but starts to feel attracted to a local citizen who's a little bit older than her. Could it be that this vacation will leave her with a guilty smile on her face? Landing in Scotland, I found my world changed. After getting my luggage and hailing a cab, I was off to my hotel. I rolled down the windows and stared at the landmarks, as I remained in shock. “Whoa…” I mumbled, in utter disbelief that I had really just travelled that far for a vacation…alone. When the taxi pulled in front of the hotel, I gave him some money, then got out and waited for him to get my luggage. “Thank you!” I said. He nodded and then got in his cab and drove away. I grabbed my luggage and turned around when I bumped into someone on the sidewalk. “Oh, my dear…I’m sorry.” He then looked at me and I blushed. “No. It’s my fault, I’m just clumsy.” He grinned. He was at least thirty years older than me, with salt and pepper at his temples and then scattered throughout his dark waves. I gulped. The thing that got to me was his smile and his eyes and his chest that was barely peeking from under his shirt. He tilted his head and gave me a curious look. “You alright, Miss?” he asked.