“Gate 4A is boarding! Next flight boarding is Gate 4A!” the cheery pre-recorded voice announced over the airport’s loudspeakers.
“Shit!” Lance exclaimed, his head snapping up to look across the airport. Of course he was sitting by the food court, conveniently located by the C Gates. He sat up, shoved his phone in his pockets, and slung his backpack onto one shoulder. Dragging his rolling suitcase behind him, he practically sprinted across the moving walkways to get to his gate, accidentally shoving a few people in the process. Finally he reached his gate, sweaty and tired, and pulled out his ticket to show the flight attendant. She scanned it with a smile and pointed to the door leading to the plane. He nodded and strolled on forward
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Keith looked down at his lap.
“I’ve supposedly got family there,” he stated. His mouth was a firm line.
“Supposedly?” Lance questioned, raising his eyebrows. What the hell did that mean?
“Yep.” Keith shrugged. Lance decided to leave it at that and not press the issue further.
“Me too. It’s time for the ol’ McClain-Fernández family reunion. Real fun,” Lance confessed with a dry laugh. Keith looked over at him and half-smiled, his hair falling into his face.
“Mm. Sounds like it.” Keith took out his ponytail and re-tied his hair into the elastic, trying and failing to wrangle his bangs back. It was… weirdly cute? Lance bit his lip and told himself to stop thinking about that, he’d never see him again. The conversation slowed to a stop and Lance got the feeling that he had to do most of the talking if he wanted to move this along. Before he could start blabbering on about a different subject, a flight attendant came over with the food cart.
“Any food or drink, sir?,” she asked.
“Do you have those little cookie things? I’ll take those. And a Cherry Coke?” Lance requested with a huge grin on his face.
“Of course,” she said, setting the drink and cookies on his tray table. “And for you?” Keith was busy staring out the window so Lance nudged him lightly with his elbow.
“Huh?” he finally looked up to see Lance gesturing with his thumb to the food cart. “Oh, uh. I’ll just have a water.
“Great, I’ve just got some Chinese food from the place down the street if you’re interested.”
Slim twitched my elbow. "Come on, George. Me an' you'll go in and get a drink."
“What else have you got in there?” Hector asked, genuine curiosity lacing his voice as he placed the glasses back down on the desk.
It was still about five hours until our flight and Alfred looked starved after going without food for an hour. We found a parking spot to abandon his car in until we came back from the trip. The bus to the terminal took a while, but it did not justify waking up so early for the 11 o’ clock flight. It wasn’t until we got inside that I found out just how much the airport has changed. We checked in our luggage and printed out our tickets at this machine that scanned our passports. We went up an escalator to find our gate, but before we could get to it there was this huge line we had to go through.
I spin around to see him catching up to me. “At least let me buy you a new drink.” he gestures to the door.
“Uh hey are you hungry?” you ask, “We could go get some food.” Feferi’s face immediately goes back to her super ecstatic happy face when food is mentioned and she nods her
“Yeah, sure.” She called the waitress over and straightened herself in her seat. “Could we get two glühweins, please?”
“I hope this isn’t too forward,” he said, “but would you care to stay for some mead?”
“Bread,” he grunted. She handed him a piece, took one for herself. He took a couple of bites before
“It’s not a big deal. I’ve had worse.” I shrugged. I was trying to play it cool. Not a great talent of mine, but with cute guys like him I had to at least try.
“Would you like something to eat, Wulfric?” Rochelle asked and I heard the clatter of a metal pan. I rubbed my eyes and I sat against the large wood log.
So she grabbed her tray of cookies, setting some on a plate and poured a cup of orange juice. "Okay, come sit with me. Have a break, so we can chat."
“That 's right son; he sure does,” Henry smiled. “Now, let 's get in there and eat, before your mama gets mad at us for making her wait any longer.”
Karen put her hand on her shoulder and asked, “Tracy, we are going to the smorgasbord for dinner, would you like to come along?”
Miley blushed and wiped it away quickly. "Thanks, I guess," she mumbled, recollecting herslef. They continued to eat together in silence until a brown haired boy sat across from them. Pete and Miley and exchanged a look, but Miley just shrugged.