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Third person p.o.v.
Jack paced around the airport extremely worried by now. Mark was late. Jack has been waiting here for half an hour.
"Where is he?" Jack asked himself worriedly.
Mark's p.o.v.
I sat in my car waiting for the god damn light to turn green. Hell I've been waiting here for 10 minutes for the god damn light to turn green. Just then my phone buzzed. The screen lite up with a text. I looked up to see the light was still red. I picked up my phone and read what the text said.
Jack: Where the fuck are you?!
Mark: I'm stuck at a fuckin' stop light.
I looked up to see the car in front of me start moving. I quickly put down my phone and started to move the car ahead. As soon as I was on the road again I turned onto highway headed towards the airport.
Jack's p.o.v.
I headed outside to wait for Mark. I quickly found a bench to sit on and I looked at the road that the cars come from. A burgundy car came up the road and I looked at the driver hopefully, but slumped down when I realized it wasn't Mark. Just the a silver car screeched around the corner. The car stopped in front of me and the driver rolled down the passenger window.
"Jack?" The driver called.
I looked up to see Mark in the drivers seat. I opened the back door and put my stuff on the seat, then I got in the passenger seat.

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