A sigh left his lips. A part of him resented those who were pushing him to do this, while another part of him was relieved. Darius Black, CEO of Solaire Enterprises, a company that made a living dabbling in various areas. He had people working with technology, while others worked on medicine and beyond and he was at the top of it all. Many were surprised to hear of such a young man being in charge of a company as powerful as his. At only twenty-eight years of age, he had the world as some would say, at his fingertips. He certainly had the looks and charm for it. People both revered and despised him, he was sought after by many, whether it be businesses or women. Despite some thoughts of him, he was not a playboy or anything like that. In reality, he prided himself to be a perfect gentleman when it came to women. He could not stand men who simply lived to play women, or women who threw themselves at men.

He had to much respect for himself, and was more attracted to women who had respect for themselves as well. In reality, he did kind of like the chase as well. For now however, he was in the middle of finishing up his packing. For what? He was used to going on business trips, but this trip would lead him somewhere else. He did not fully mind it, for he did love nature, which was where he was headed. His friends were pushing him to take time to himself, to get his heart and mind straight. He was a man of work, ever since he had come to the United States eight years ago. He worked hard to get to where he was, then continued to work hard to maintain it. Many said he was a work a holic, but he saw it more as dedicated and passionate. After some negotiation, he had given in to their wishes to take time for himself. So, he was currently on his way to a camp ground. Out of the way of the city and the public eye. He would have time to himself, to think and relax. It was the first time in quite some time that he was doing so.

He folded his clothing neatly, placing it within the black suitcase that laid open upon the bed. He had not been camping in awhile, so he had had to go and purchase a new tent and sleeping bag. If he was really going to do this, he was going to commit. No half way about it, renting a cabin or anything. He was going to go full on camper. He knew some of those who were pushing him to do this had a bet out on him. Could the pretty french man handle himself out in the wild? He chuckled lightly, they underestimated him. He was more than just a pretty face and a man of work. He did not mind getting his hands dirty, a factor that came to light each morning when he went for his daily run and work out. There was something about physically pushing his body, getting a good hard workout in that he knew he would feel the next day, that excited him. Got his blood pumping and his heart racing. He did enjoy physical activity, something that had never changed with him.

Placing the last article of clothing within, he closed up the suitcase, moving it to sit beside the door. He would have his phone, but it would be off. Emergencies only, that was what he agreed. No work, no stress, just the wide open world and him. His clothing packed, he decided to take a shower, before packing up his food and heading out. The hot water felt nice, giving him time to run over things in his mind. He had another bag besides just his clothes, containing things such as some books and activities that could help him relax and occupy a bit of time out there. He also had equipment, such as cooking utensils, and first aid things. Equipment that would be useful within facing the wilderness. Nothing to extravagant however, since he was serious on putting the more technological world aside for the simple world of nature. Getting out, he slipped on a simple black t-shirt, a pair of jeans and a gray hoodie.

Putting on black boots, he laced them up tight. Usually for work he was a suit and tie kind of guy, but he did enjoy wearing more simple and comfortable clothes like this. A suit would not be much used to him in the dirt and trees. Placing the bags he had already done in his car along with the tent and his sleeping bag, he went into the kitchen. His dog Shakespeare was with a friend, so he did not have to worry about the Doberman. He would miss the dog, he had debated taking him with him. After deciding he would be better off at home, he had allowed a friend to dog sit him. He finished packing the food, placing it in the back of the car as well. Nothing that had to mandatory stay cold, since the ice would eventually melt. It would not spoil on him, things he could work with easily. Gathering up last minute nick nacks that he thought of, he locked up the house. His friend that was watching his dog had a key, to bring in mail and water plants. He trusted them, so he was not worry about his home. He took a breath, getting into the driver seat of his car. He slipped on a pair of black sun glasses, buckling in.

His friends had already been by to say goodbye to him, so now he was on his own. Pulling out of the driveway, he made his way along the road. It would be a bit of a ride, one he would occupy with a bit of music and thoughts of what this would be like. It was peaceful, already allowing him to relax a bit. No work, no people, no stress. He found himself looking forward to it more as he neared his destination. He had been driving for awhile now, making sure to fill up at the lass gas station before the site. That way he was prepared for emergencies or when he left. Pulling into the main parking and drop off or pick up area, his eyes flickered to a few of the people there. Not to many, the place would be big enough for them. He smiled, turning to pull in further. He could not help but glance at the trees and the natural world just beyond the parking. It was already enticing. He had not been expecting the woman from the bus to step in front of his car.

Thankfully his instincts kicked in and he caught sight of her, stepping on the break right as she yawned. He frowned, what had she been thinking? It was not hard from her body language to tell that she was tired, but that had been dangerous. He put the car in park, he was not in anyone's way at the moment. Getting out, he stepped over to the woman. "Are you alright?" he asked, deciding to take a kinder approach, rather than to simply chew her out like some would. As soon as he spoke, his accent would be apparent, it stuck with him, from his growing up in Paris. He traveled at times with work, rarely back to France though, and yet it was still stuck to him. Waiting for the female's reply, he would reach up to remove his sunglasses. He did hope that she was alright.