Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang (Teacher-Student Romance Robert Downey Jr.)

Welcome To New York.

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My eyes wanderout of the window, as the plane slowly lowers itself towards theground. The airport is visible from the air, but I can't seem to makeout Manhattan. This would be my first time in New York. The city thatnever sleeps. What a cliché. The stewardess tells all passengers tofasten their seatbelts and put up their tray tables. We are nowcompletely through the sea of clouds and I can hear Frank Sinatrasinging in the back of my mind.

My eyes arefixated on the outside, as the plane shakes from the wind.Apparently, New York is freezing, not snowing yet, but coming fromCalifornia, everything under 80° feels like Iceland.

I managed tocall my boss this morning, who strangely was up at 6 o'clock. Andtexted my landlady, who actually is a landlord, since Tracy can alsobe a male name. He was pretty relaxed about the whole delay, both ofthem were, really. I thought New York would be more rude, but I'venever heard the word 'chill'in one phone conversation more often than in the one with Tracy. AndI come from California.

The plane lands smoothly, like cream cheese on a bagel and I stretchmy legs as the seatbelt sign is turned off.

Icheck every seat in the first class, as I walk out of the plane, buthe did not wait. The captain nods and I give him a tired smile. Theairport isn't as cold as I thought it would be. But heatingis a thing....so...yeah. My eyes search for a familiar face, yet Ican't seem to find him in the crowd of people.

We didn't talk this morning. Not one tiny exchange. He had a badheadache and I felt as if someone had ripped something out of me,just to stomp on it a couple of times with shoes that have beenwalking through muddy streets.

I guess what happened yesterday night, wouldn't be discussed. Ever. Iguess this was it. The last time. The last time I saw him or hetouched me. The last kiss. There wouldn't be any more inappropriateglances or heated elevator situations. New York is such a big city, Iprobably won't even meet him for the next years.

So what happens to something like that? Do you just slowly forgettheir face? Sort of erase their scents, their touch from your memory;from your mind. What happens to feelings that you just put on ice? Dothey stay there? Or do they stay forever?

"Flight436 from Bucyrus,Ohio to New York, please get your bags at baggageclaim 7."

A hushed voice resounds through the speakers and I quickly walktowards the baggage claim area.

My bag never comes quickly. Why is it that so many people get theirbags first, but somehow I'm always the last one sitting here?

Peopleare rushing towards the exit, pushing others out of the way. Thereare a couple of watch it'sto hear and as I get my luggage, I try to get in physical contactwith no other human beings.

Theexit doors slide open and the first thing I see is a huge sign heldup by four women. 'Welcome back from rehab, Vanessa' iswritten on it in capital letters. The women are all laughing andwaving at someone behind me, probably Vanessa. I walk past them andtry to make out a familiar face. As I see someone walk towards me, Iturn my head.