Greatest Of All Legends

**Dubai International Airport**

After seven hours in the air from Italy, the Emirates A380 plane was having a stopover at the Dubai International Airport.

The stopover would allow the plane to drop passengers whose destination was Dubai, pick up passengers going to Lagos, Nigeria, refuel, and do a few other things.

For people like Jason who were heading to Nigeria from Italy, this was a mere stopover in their flight and they would get a break of about two hours to stretch their legs off the plane.

For first-class passengers like Jason, the stopover was like a visit to one of Dubai's finest lounges because the passengers were treated almost like royalty.

While Jason was enjoying his break from flying in the air, Amira Medici, Jason's conversation partner for the last two hours, was walking through the airport with an Emirates staff member pushing her luggage behind her.

Of course, this was not normal treatment. Otherwise, the Emirates staff would cry for mercy if they had to push out every passenger's luggage.

Amira Medici, however, was by no means a normal person.

As a relative of the royal family of Dubai and the only daughter of the head of the now hidden Medici family, she was well qualified to fly first class and have Emirates staff members push about her luggage, after all, she was part of the family that owned the Emirates group.

Soon she met up with her younger brother, Faris Medici, who, despite being a little annoyed that he was forced by his father to come pick up his sister at the airport instead of sending a driver, was a little happy to see his big sister.

"How was your flight?" he asked politely, not expecting much of an answer because even though he knew his sister liked to talk, she had a cold attitude towards people and almost never talked to people unless she was interested or comfortable with them.

Of course, the chances of finding anyone like that on the flight were very close to zero, which meant there would have been nothing interesting about her flight and thus, nothing to talk about… hence his expectation.

However…

"It was boring for the most part, until I met a rude guy who tried flirting with me?" Amira replied her little brother, causing him to almost choke on the water he was trying to drink.

*Cough!* *Cough! Cough! Cough!*

"Flirt! With you?"

"Do you have a fever? Or are you dreaming?"

"How am I going to explain to dad that my sister is now smoking weed?" Faris looked at her with surprise and confusion.

"Hey!"

"Are you saying your sister is not pretty enough to get hit on?" Amira exploded, grabbing Faris by the ear.

"Ow ow ow owww!" Faris cried out.

'This is one of the reasons why I'm surprised, you idiot!' he thought tearfully.

It wasn't that his sister wasn't a beauty. Far from it in fact.

As long as she stood anywhere and stayed silent, if ten men passed by, all ten of them would be distracted by how beautiful she was.

Nine men would think of how flirting with her.

Seven men would actually garner the confidence to go and flirt with her… if she wasn't looking to be in a bad mood.

As for how many would stay after she opened her mouth?

Absolutely zero.

Amira was a terrible mix of sarcastic, easily irritated, unpleasant, and foul-mouthed.

Every man who had tried to talk to her in the past had either run away crying or had been annoyed to the point of explosion.

Even worse was that she seemed to derive pleasure from making men angry so if they got angry instead of running away crying, her tongue only became sharper until the men gave up.

With all that said, it was a wonder that anyone even spoke to her, much less flirted with her.

'I guess exotic men really are different,' Faris thought, growing curious about this mystery man who had dared to flirt with his sister.

"So who was this guy that flirted with you?"

"Tell me what he looks like and I'll have them find him. Mom and Dad would be overjoyed you've found someone who is actually willing to bear with you," Faris said happily, not missing the chance to get one out at his sister, but all that earned him was more ear-twisting.

"When did I tell you that I liked him? Or that I want to marry him?"

"He's so annoying anyway!" Amira cursed, remembering how Jason had teased her and played around with her as much as he wanted, clearly deriving pleasure from it.

She had played along, trying to bust his bubble, but she had only ended up getting played and led on throughout the time they were together.

In the end, she realized that he hadn't even given her his name or any information about himself, while he had somehow managed to get her to talk about herself a fair bit.

"Ohoooo, now I'm really curious. Who is this guy?" Faris asked again, more curious than ever.

"I… I don't know his name," Amira admitted almost in a whisper and Faris immediately burst out laughing.

"He flirted with you, but you don't even know his name?"

"Yeah, he definitely 'flirted' with you," Faris laughed even more, almost prompting Amira to remove her slippers and throw it at him.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop laughing," Faris said, barely managing to control his laughter when he saw the stare of death that promised great pain if he kept laughing.

"... Okay…" Taking a few seconds to stifle any further bursts of laughter that would appear suddenly, he asked,

"Okay, at least try to describe him, or tell me what you know about him."

"Right. Maybe you might know him," Amira nodded, now very interested in finding out who the handsome stranger she had met on the plane was.

"Why would you think I would know him?" Faris almost burst out laughing again, but he managed to control himself.

"I think he's famous," Amira said, rolling her eyes at her younger brother.

"Why would you think he's famous?" Faris asked.

"Well, he was in first class," she replied.

"That just means he has a bit of money. Doesn't mean he's famous. Not all rich people are famous people, you know that," Faris replied as well. It was his turn to roll his eyes at her.

"Well, he's too handsome not to be famous. He had that sort of aura, that feel younno. I've met a lot of famous people, I should know," Amira continued adamantly.

"Hey! Aren't I handsome? Don't I have aura? I'm not famous, am I?" Faris protested.

"Who said you aren't famous, you scandalous bastard?"

"The stories of your playboy adventures have spread far and wide. Everybody knows how lecherous you are, stupid boy!" Amira snapped.

"Let's not talk about me right now. We need to find your mystery man. Just tell me what he looks like. Like his facial features," Faris immediately changed the topic of the conversation before the conversation became all about him instead.

"Well, he was handsome. The A380 flight is going to Nigarua or something. It's a country in Africa, but he didn't sound African," Amira said thoughtfully, her mind putting together the details about Jason that she had noticed.

"What did he sound like then?" Faris asked.

"I don't know. I can't exactly place an accent on the way he talks. It sounds similar to how African Americans talk, but he also sounds polite and proper. He's also good at other languages and can replicate accents too," Amira pointed out, remembering parts of their conversation when Jason had suddenly changed the way he spoke, his accent, or his language altogether.

Even with her exceptional educational background, she had a hard time keeping up with how he could easily change the way he spoke.

He had noticed that and kept doing it to get a rise out of her and she had to admit that it sort of worked.

"Hey, I asked for how he looked like, not an FBI detail on how many languages he spoke or how good he was at faking an accent," Faris complained, rolling his eyes at his sister who was acting weirdly, clearly enjoying this way too much for her own good.

"Okay, okay. He was dark, but he had blue eyes. Blue like the ocean, wait, like him! That's him!" While Amira was describing Jason, a massive screen in the airport… one of the many screens in the lounge, was showing highlights of the Champions League Finals and the trophy lifting ceremony a few days ago.

Because of the constantly moving colors, Amira had been constantly distracted by the screen as she walked, but this time, she had somehow noticed Jason appear on the screen for a second.

"Where? where?" Faris asked, confused, having not looked up in time to see Jason, but when he saw the trophy lifting ceremony of the Champions League from a few days ago, something clicked in his head.

"Wait a minute, Wait a minute… What did you say the guy's name was?" Faris asked, his surprise welling up.

"I told you I don't know it, dimwit! You're too slow, now they're not showing him anymore. I told you he was famous," Amira complained as the screen began to show the news.

"You said he was dark, right?" Faris asked, pulling out his phone .

"Yes,"

"And he had blue eyes?" Faris asked again, opening google.

"Yes,"

"And he had long black hair," the man asked yet again, beginning to type in a name into the search engine.

"And he was handsome enough to make lesbians straight again?" Faris asked, clicking on search.

"Weird analogy, but yes, he was the most handsome man I ever met," Amira nodded, annoyed to admit it, but she couldn't deny it.

"This guy?" Faris asked with disbelief in his voice, holding his phone out to Amira's face with Jason's face showing clearly on the screen, wearing a Uventus jersey.

"That's him! You found him!" Amira exclaimed.

"... Wait, wait, wait, so you're telling me you met… Jason Rose,"

"Like the gentleman of the rose? The rose dragon?"

"You met that Jason Rose?" Faris couldn't believe his sister's luck.

"Those are weird nicknames. So cringe," Amira shivered at the cringe she felt at those names, embarassed on Jason's behalf.

"It should have been me! Not her! It should have been me!" Faris shouted tearfully, in exasperation and depression, still unable to believe his sister's luck.