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◤ chapter nine, WELCOME HOME ◢
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At the end of January, Davina Royce made her way to the airport to pick up Conrad Beauregard after about seven or eight years of living in California. It happened on a particularly chilly day, where she dressed in her dark purple scarf and nice black jacket with her hair a mess. She didn't dress up too much even though it had so many years, but she also didn't think that Conrad would mind much about what she was wearing.
Brinley had been home when she left, just shuffling out of bed for the first time even though it was around eleven. She looked particularly grumpy that morning, eyes still drooping from sleep as she glared up at Davina. "What are you doing?" she got out, though it looked like it took a lot out of the girl, but she just smiled in response.
"I'm picking up Conrad," she answered, "His flight lands in about an hour and we're going to the diner to catch up."
The Brinley woman nodded, "What about all his stuff? He didn't just sell everything, did he?"
Davina shook her head, "Everything's coming in tomorrow, he said, but I don't know how true that is. I'll be home later, okay?"
Her sleepy roommate nodded again and Davina was out the door. A subway and cab ride later, she arrived at the airport and stared down at her phone, waiting from the text Conrad was going to give her when he got off the plane.
Many minutes passed as she continued to play on her phone, leg bouncing anxiously as she waited, until eventually the text from Conrad came through telling her that he would be out for her to meet in a minute.
She stood up, looking around as people poured into the area where she was, being greeted with their own hugs presumably from their family and friends. She couldn't see him yet, but she knew the moment he came out she would – knowing how tall Conrad was. And then, she did; she saw him. Coming out was Conrad Beauregard with a beard adorning his face, a pink hoodie, and smile on his face.
