Three Perfect Days : A Before You Exit Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

The place was vast, yet, the said space was not enough to consume all of the people inside it. It was all white up from concrete ceiling and walls down to the shiny mirror-like tiles of the floor, striped with the metallic silver color of doors, scanners, and barricades. The airport was indeed welcoming.

In a mass of people---some were wearing shirts with a U-TURN sign, or the letters BYE with numbers at the back---a very insignificant woman was sitting at the waiting shed of the airport, mindlessly ignoring the large number of people with banners, posters, and lightsticks.

She had been there for a couple of hours, holding her phone, not showing any sign of boredom from the very long waiting for a call from her boss---a tour manager who hired her to usher his he-so-called-babies.

After a minute, an old woman sat beside her. She smelled stinky, like a reeked, rotten eggs. She was to get her handkerchief hurriedly inside her pocket when she saw the woman looking at her innocently. Instead, she placed her cellphone inside her shoulder bag and slung it on her right shoulder. She couldn't endure the smell that it stuck up to her nose. But she didn't want to hurt the old woman's feelings, either.

She went outside the waiting area to go to the comfort room and cleaned her nose out of dirt. The crowd blocked her way from the nearest comfort room. She waded through it and made her way out. A mix of perfume, cologne, and body odor worsened her situation. When she was finally out, her face was distorted and crumpled in disgust. She quickly ran to the comfort room despite of her hard time wearing a high-heeled sandals.

Inside, she got her face buried down the sink and damped her nose, not minding the fading make up mixing with the water. She pulled herself up and was to get her handkerchief to dry her nose when she noticed that her shoulder bag was fully-opened in its zipper. Her eyes widened and panic shot through her. She quickly put it down next to the sink and looked inside it, scanning the items. Surely, there were just two things missing. Two important things---her handkerchief and cellphone.

Somewhere inside her chest, her heart was pumping very fast, and her face was so pale like it was soaked in a bowl of vinegar. She thought of her boss, the work he offered to her. It was worth a twanging one thousand US dollars. A range of forty-five to forty-seven thousand when converted into Philippine-peso. She felt gloomy and angry to herself at the same time. "Why am I so moronic?!" she cried, curling to her knees, when someone went inside the comfort room. A guy in shades wearing his black leather jacket off.

The man looked at her the same way she looked at him, totally in shock, and she screamed. The guy hurried inside one of the cubicles. Then, a sound of urination came out from the cubicle where the guy hopped in. The woman was so disgusted of the guy that she forgot she was in a big trouble with her job.

When the guy went outside the cubicle, the girl screamed out and slapped the guy with her bag. "Pervert! Pervert! You're a pervy!" she shouted, her stuffs falling out of the opening of the bag. But she didn't mind. She was so angry.

The guy protected himself by putting his arm over his head. "Hey! Hey! What's your problem?!"

"You're pervert!" she shouted, kept on slapping the guy with her bag tremendously.

"I'm not a pervert!" he shouted back defensively.

"Yes you are!" she slapped once again, and the guy caught it by his hands. "A pervert, a pervert, a perv-"

"Stop it!" he shouted over her voice, and she stopped, her face in anger. "Sorry, okay? I just really needed to pee. Sorry to interrupt your drama."

She felt embarassed for what she did earlier, but she was still angry, and continued struggling. "That reason still doesn't excuse your perversion!"