Taking a deep breath, Cyera adjusted her bag on her shoulder as she dragged her suitcase on the clean white floors below her. At this early hour, the airport was as serene as it ever is. The people moved with ease, quiet rivers of humanity freshly roused from their slumber. Slight chatter sounded around her, and the occasional voice on the intercom filled her ears every now and then. Pushing her shoulders slightly inward, Cyera held her head down a little to avoid bumping shoulders with strangers as much as possible.
The one thing she disliked most, was coming in close contact with people she didn't know.
Behind her sunglasses, her sleepy eyes searched around for where her friend, Milan, would be, as she was told that she would be be picking her up once Cyera was off the plane. Although part of her guessed that Milan was more than likely outside waiting for her, not wanting to get caught up in the traffic of the airport. So, that's where she headed.
Walking outside into a lot, it only took a few seconds for Cyera to hear a distant voice shout, "Mommy!" causing her to turn her head towards the source, a voice that she'd grown to know well.
Cyera smiled brightly at the little girl running towards her, her rich dark skin glowed in the sunlight, her thick hair placed into two giant kinky puff balls that bounced with her every move. She wore a unicorn tutu and held a single flower in her hand while she approached her mom as fast as her little legs could take her.
As soon as she made it over, Cyera let go of her suitcase and opened her arms, inviting her three year old daughter in for an embrace. "I- I missed you! Look, flower!" Caiah held up the single pink rose she was holding in her hand and allowed Cyera to see. Cyera gasped and grabbed the flower from her small hand.
"For me?" she asked sweetly, and Caiah nodded.
"Me and Mimi got it." Caiah said, looking back at Milan who was approaching them. Cyera let out a small 'awe' at Caiah's words. Her speech was advancing a lot and she was glad, since she had started talking later than most children would. She still couldn't quite pronounce 'Milan' though, which is why she referred to her as Mimi.
"Well thank you baby." Cyera kissed Caiah's cheek quickly before wrapping her arms around her and lifting her up to place on her hip.
Cyera finally turned her attention to Milan, "How was fashion week?" she asked, grabbing Cyera's suitcase and rolling it for her while they made their way to Milan's all white Lamborghini truck.
