Yes

You're nervous. Probably the most nervous you've ever been. Not only are you about to fly alone for the first time, you're also scared that you might have been scammed and won't fly at all, or, alternatively, it's not a scam and you're about to meet your dream girl. You still don't know how to make a good first impression or get to know her.

You're packing your stuff. Clothes, laptop, various charging cables, hygiene products and more. Your hands are shaking. You've been getting more and more nervous by the day. Yesterday, on Christmas, you barely had an appetite for all of the delicious food. Today you couldn't even stomach a breakfast.

It's time. You put on your jacket and shoes, grab your bag, open the door, close and lock it behind you and head down the stairs to the street. It's cold and it's snowing: a rarity nowadays.

In the email you received after booking your trip was more information than the flights. You had received an address to a hotel that, upon googling, seemed quite nice. You had also been given a time, curiously close to takeoff, to go outside and wait for transport to the airport. This is what you just did, and now you're here. You wonder how you will have time to check in your stuff, and how all of this, transport, flights and hotel, could be included in such a cheap price.

You check your watch. You're 19 seconds early. You look around and spot a black car driving towards you down the street. As it gets closer you're able to make out its make and model: a Mercedes EQS. Fancy. You check your watch again. 17 seconds have passed. When you look up again the black EQS is pulling up to where you're standing. 2 seconds later it has stopped right in front of you. The back door swings open automatically. Right on time.

"Hello?", you ask and poke your head through the car door opening. The driver, a middle aged man wearing a classic chauffeur uniform, turns around and replies: "Hello, Henry! I will be driving you to the airport today.", with a friendly tone and a smile on his face. Instantly, some of your worry is gone. At least the first part of the trip is real. Sure, it's creepy that the driver knows your name, or at least didn't have to ask to make sure it was actually you, or heck, that he knows your address, but you have started to accept the all-knowingness of this company by now. You're, however, unsure if the driver will actually drive you to the airport or not.

He does. But it takes a while for that to become clear. When it finally does your nervousness goes down again.

You pull up to Bromma Airport, the smaller of the two servicing Stockholm, and the one you've never been to before. Because of that you don't realize that you're driving to the private terminal until you arrive. There are no commercial passenger jets in sight.

You're dropped off by an entrance to the terminal where a man wearing a black on black suit is waiting for you. He escorts you to the gate mentioned in the email. You look outside the large window and your jaw drops as your eyes are met with a black Cessna Citation Sovereign private jet! This flight was going to be a lot more comfortable than you thought.