Do Better

Fourteen

Jhene

Sighing a breathe of relief, I zipped up my last suitcase before rolling it out of my front door and into the trunk of my Audi.

"All set?" Krissy asked, holding her hand above her eyes to block out the sun.

I pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes and replied, "I think so."

It felt refreshing, knowing that all of the negativity that had occurred over the past few months was finally over. Aubrey and I were finally able to relax and enjoy an evening together.

Jumping in the driver's seat, I pressed my foot on the brakes, put it into drive, and headed toward Los Angeles Airport.

"Nervous?" Krissy asked from the passenger seat while texting a guy that she's been talking to lately, named Andre. She promised to let me meet him soon, but I didn't want to rush her because she didn't get into serious relationships very often. Taking it slow was the best thing for her to do.

"Not at all." I smiled.

The drive was quiet and relaxing. The radio was slightly turned up, letting Iggy Azalea's voice fill our ears.

About 10 minutes later, I was able to see LAX coming into view. Pulling into the parking lot, I began to feel anxious about getting there. I knew the wait would be a drag.

Aubrey's jet was in the lot. Quickly, Krissy and I pulled my luggage out of my car and onto the concrete pavement.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" An elderly man walked towards us with an apologetic expression spread across his face. Looking up at him, he continued, "A man by the name of Aubrey Graham scheduled you a flight on his jet for this time, but there are a few safety issues with it right now. We'll have to change your flight if you'd like to make it to your destination on time."

"Okay, that'll be fine." I smiled sweetly, thankful that I'd at least get to Toronto at the same time that I was planning on it. However, I was still disappointed that I wasn't going to be flying on Aubrey's jet. I was really looking forward to it, counting that I'd only been on it once before in New York on New Year's Eve, and that obviously wasn't the best memory.

"I think I got it now." I told Krissy, letting her know that she could head back to her house now.

"Be safe. Love you, I'll miss you." She pulled me into a tight embrace as if we wouldn't be seeing each other in a year, while it was only a few days.

"Love you too." Kissing my cheek, she got into my car and made her way back into the city of LA.

"Right this way." The man directed me into the airport. We immediately had to pass through security, which was successful, and then up a few escalators. The airport was ridiculously busy, which was normal for LAX, but it seemed even more hectic today. Once we arrived to the correct place, the elderly man guided me to a lady behind a desk, then was off to continue his job.

"Hello, Miss. Aiko. How are you today?" Her perky voice rang in my ears as she grinned cheekily. She was a lady that looked like she was in her early flurries but hid her age to appear in her twenties. Her hair was in a tight, formal bun and her uniform was perfectly fitted- wrinkle free. Her cheeks were heavily blushed. Whoever could point out a mistake in her outfit would be a miracle. You could tell she was a perfectionist and put much effort into her appearance.

"Great. How are you?" I replied naturally.

"Wonderful. We apologize for the inconvenience of your expected routine today. We've scheduled you a flight for first class to Toronto. Is that okay with you, ma'am?" She asked, typing away on the computer.