I was through with my checking procedures and I was now waiting for the flight. My flight was delayed by a couple of hours and now I had to wait here. My stomach growled, too loud, and I was embarrassed by the sound. I decided to go the cafeteria and have something and wait there until my flight gets announced.
I ordered a burger and some fries with a coke and sat on one of the tables in a corner. The cafe wasn't crowded. People were scattered all over the area. The TV on one of the walls displyed a baseball match. I looked around at people, their faces tired and exhausted, either from a long flight or waiting for someone to come and recieve them. My eyes stuck on a table on my left where a father cleaned his little girl's mouth that had sauce all over. It reminded me about my dad. He did the same for me when I was a kid. My mind took me back to years and times when I had the best moments with my dad. And then it stuck at the moment when I left my house and the arguments we had just an hour ago.
I'm Lisa Peyton, waiting for my flight on the Miami Airport. I just ran from my house after a heated argument with my dad. I have got a job at the McKenzie Studios, Toronto as a songwriter. Well, the job was offered to me a year ago but I had to delay it as my dad didn't approve it. I remember the day when I went and gave this news to my dad. I was so happy about the offer. I told this to dad. "Sweatheart, the industry is not good enough to remember people or give it what they are worth of. The business is very uncertain and if you start falling off your edge, people do not remember as a person but as a trash who was once a valuable stone. So just forget it." Those were the exact words of my father that pricked me like a needle pricks a balloon. It really hurt me.
My dad, George Peyton is a local investor having his own firm in partnership with Mr. Johnson, Edie's dad. That's how we are friends. Best ones. We grow up together. Mrs. Johnson was really sweet and nice and she filled in the missing part of a mother's place in my life. My parents had a divorce when I was a two year old. Mrs. Johnson helped my dad taking care of me and looking after me as I grew up.
I was still looking at the conversation taking place between the little girl and her dad which I think was about a pet that she wished to have. I was so engrossed in the conversation, I had lost the track of the real world. But I was brought back by a young man who constantly knocked my table. It annoyed me. I looked up at him with an angry face and asked, "What?"
The guy was standing behind the chair across the table with a tray in his hand. In a very polite tone with a Latin accent, he asked, "The cafe appears to be full and the only empty chair I could find is this one."
"So?"
"May I take a seat here?"
I looked around the cafe and he was right. I looked back at him and said, "Sure, you may."
He kept his tray on the table, kept his bag down near his chair and took a seat opposite mine. Soon he started eating his cheeze burger and sipping his coke at intervals. I watched him repeat these same moves several times. I tried to look away but everytime I ended up looking at him.
Eventually my wait for the flight was over. My flight was annouunced. I picked up my bags and moved towards the terminal where my plane was waiting.
