“What are you waiting for?”
“A plane.”
He looked around and a nervous laugh slipped from his mouth.
“Well obviously. Which one?”
She glanced at him without seeing him. “I’ll know when I see it.”
He shifted in his chair. “Right. Okay.”
The silence between them was thick despite the general clamour of the airport. He drummed his fingers on his suitcase as she watched the board.
“What did you say your name was?”
Her voice surprised him. “Christoper Rhodes. And you are?”
Still looking at the board, she stood. “I’m going to Greece. Nice to meet you Mr Rhodes.”
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