BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge- Saturday morning

[complexfemale]

As much as Maeve didn't want to admit that she was nervous, she really was. This was big. It was a new school, a new country, a second chance that she really didn't want to screw up.

She seemed to be the first one here- at least the glittery sign told her she was in the right place, and she was a little annoyed by it on principle- so she found a seat, piled her bags around her, and pulled out a book to read while she waited.

While she looked pretty engrossed in it, anytime she saw someone pass by her eyes flicked up like she was expecting them to come sit nearby.

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Re: Wait for the shuttle

[sparkinyou]

The Portalocity Lounge was not that far from the main drop off point near the street. And that's where Miles was having a long conversation with someone in a cop car. Finally Miles got out pulling his suitcase along with him, glad to be out of the environment.

Only for him to stop dead in his tracks when the police siren let out a loud "Whoop" followed by voice bellowing through the PA.

"You gotta say I love you back!"

Miles spun around in horror. "Dad are you serious?!"

"I want to hear it!"

"You want to hear-"

"I love you, Dad!"

"You're dropping me off at-"

"I love you, Dad!"

"Look at this place!"

"Dad, I love you."

Miles stood there and fumed. Finally he sighed and said it. "Dad, I love you."

"That's a copy. Tie your shoes, please."

Miles turned around and marched into the lounge, defiantly not tying his shoes.

Man, I hope no one heard that.

"Hi! This is going to Fandom High?" He asked cheerfully.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[complexfemale]

"As per the sign," Maeve said, almost managing not to look amused as she hitched a thumb towards the glitter.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[sparkinyou]

Miles looked up at the sign and smiled ruefully. "Right. Guess that makes sense," he replied before giving the sign an evaluating look. "That's a lot of glitter.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[complexfemale]

"And you're probably already wearing some of it right now," Maeve agreed.

She was too, and she'd be pissed about it later.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[sparkinyou]

"What?"

Miles turned around and found the glitter on his hoodie. "Awww, man!"

He made an effort to brush it off but you know how worthless that is.

"Man. Whoever came up with the concept of glitter was just evil."

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[complexfemale]

"It was definitely created as a punishment for parents of five-year-olds and now we all suffer," Maeve agreed.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[sparkinyou]

"Yeah, no kidding," he said feeling a bit relieved now that no one was busting his chops about the send-off. "I'm Miles! What's your name?"

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[complexfemale]

"Maeve," she said.

And asked, "Was that your dad?"

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[sparkinyou]

Well so much for that hope. Dashed. Completely dashed.

"Yeah," he said drawing it out in a rueful manner. "He thinks he's funny. Are you from England?"

You know. Accent and all. And definitely a desperate attempt to change the subject.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[complexfemale]

She nodded, vaguely. England, Wales, who knew. "Where are you from?"

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[sparkinyou]

"Brooklyn," he said with a guy who's proud of his home town. "Born and raised."

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[complexfemale]

"New York?" she said. "I've never been here, I've just seen movies."

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[sparkinyou]

"Mmmm. Then you've probably have seen mostly Toronto," Miles said. "No one shoots in New York anymore."