Armani sat patiently at the airport, bouncing his leg and observing his surroundings. He felt an odd sense of calm within him like a small town after a storm. Tranquil. However, there was one thing constantly drumming at the back of his mind. She said she'll be here. He couldn't think of any reason why she wouldn't be. He thought perhaps she's busy so he texted her.
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Armani let out a small sigh of defeat and put away his phone, she's not coming.
His thoughts were interrupted by a monotone voice through the speaker informing people of the boarding of the plane.
He began to walk towards the hall to where he would board his plane when a cup of coffee was spilled over him.
"Oh god I am so sorry!" A frantic girl apologised wiping the coffee off of his shirt. She was pretty but she wasn't Juliette.
"It's no problem, don't worry about it." Armani laughed it off, "I like coffee anyway so it's fine." He tried to make light of the situation.
"To be honest, I don't really but I always wanted to. It seems so sophisticated and fancy." She emphasised fancy with a stereotypical British accent. "So where are you from? Because you don't sound Irish." She asked bluntly not really realising.
Armani didn't mind though, he thought it was slightly amusing, "Italy. I'm going to Sicily for university." He smiled realising the time, "I really must go if I actually want to attend, don't want to miss my flight!" He joked only to receive a flicker of amusement, "it was nice meeting you...?"
"Arabella." She gave a small smile.
"Armani." He returned the smile before walking off. Not really noticing that his smile didn't fade.
