security [c.h.]

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isabella sat in the small room where the airport 'inmates' were kept. there were a few other people in the cell, but not enough to make her feel cramped and crowded.

"isabella!" calum called, causing the girl to look up to see her ex-boyfriend's face. "i have a small solution."

the other people in the cell watched the two interact, and tried to get away as calum unlocked the door. "i have strict orders that isabella lewis be escorted to the chief immediately." he blurted, causing them to shrink back.

he motioned isabella out into the hall, lined with subway tiles, and then escorted her over to a golf cart. "a golf cart calum?" isabella scoffed. "i haven't been on a golf cart since-"

"well do you want to escape that cell or what?" calum asked, interrupting her. "the cart is to patrol the airport. now you can ride in the cart with me or go back to the cell."

"i used to love it when you were dominant." isabella giggled, calum stiffening at her comment.

"miss lewis this is not a time for jokes." calum barked. "get in the cart. you may sit next to me."

she went over to the seat, and sat next to calum, who began to move the cart forward, and quickly through the airport. "calum!" she shouted with excitment. "um, sorry, officer hood! slow down!" gaining the attention of people passing by with their luggage in hand.

"be quiet for once isabella!" calum commanded. "you are always so loud and ugh, childish."

isabella, sat in her seat, trying to keep a stoic expression, and not letting tears escape her eyes.

"ah, shît isabella." calum quieted down. "i didn't mean to make you cry."

"well you always did calum." she huffed, crossing her small arms over her chest, and shuffling herself as far from him on the seat as possible. "you always made me cry."