BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge

[sciclone]

So ... this was the East coast, huh?

Cosima wasn't sure what she had expected to see, and the bland nothing of an airport lounge wasn't giving her much of an impression of her new home yet. She felt a sudden twist of worry mixed with homesickness. Maybe she shouldn't have obeyed the impulsiveness that had led her to transfer to some tiny boarding school thousands of miles from home. Not that San Francisco was doing anything great for her lately, but at least she knew people there.

If she looked at it logically, she knew not to let her nerves wreck the experience. School would be fine, and if it wasn't, she could go home at the end of the summer -- or even sooner if she wanted. But logic wasn't the easiest thing to have when you were 16 and alone in a strange airport.

She lounged in a hard airport chair, earbuds in, and poked at her phone until she found a new science podcast to listen to. It was comforting.

Comments

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[yogurtvore]

"Is there a problem with that?" She would be less concerned, but he was the one in the body armor.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

So, so many problems.

"I wasn't given the details of my assignment." He managed to sound pretty darn prissy about that.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[yogurtvore]

"Assignment?" Crap. "Do we have homework already?" Look, how was she supposed to know he wasn't a teenager?

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Yes. You have homework already." The sarcasm was strong in this one.

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[yogurtvore]

"That's totally unfair, no one told me!" Her teachers were going to be getting a piece of her mind over this. Thanks, Wash. "It's not even real school!"

Re: Wait for the Shuttle

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Wash would apologize never.

"Welcome to the real world."