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.

Comments

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[doesntstophurting]

Fuck his entire life.

"I'm not homeless, kid, keep your money." He was just having a bad day. Week. Month.

Century.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[sparkinyou]

"Oh, crap!" he said apologetically. "I'm sorry! I just thought-"

Yep. No way to get out of this one.

"Yeah, I'm sorry man. Are you going to this school? Because no offense you look-"

Do not say old.

"-like someone who already graduated."

Not any better.

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[doesntstophurting]

Booker sighed. "Yes. I'm going to the school." The kid might as well learn to be disappointed in authority figures sooner rather than later, but Booker still found himself trotting out the lame excuse he'd used on the girl. "It was a long flight."

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[sparkinyou]

"Oh, Right. Okay, then," Miles said feeling awkward. "I'm Miles. It was nice to meet you."

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[doesntstophurting]

"Nice to meet you, Miles," Booker said.

God, please let none of these kids be taking French.