Evanescent

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The place was pretty crowded, considering it was only 6:45am. I rushed over to the small lineup formed in front of the check in desk and waited for my turn.

The lady serving was a pretty, 20-year old girl with blonde hair. She looked up from her computer, smiled and proceeded to checking me in. Okay, that sounded weird but I DID NOT mean it in the wrong way.

Since there was no one for me to say ‘Bye’ to, I immediately went on to drop off my suitcase and went into the customs area.

Stores were everywhere, and it wasn’t as crowded as outside. I decided on getting Harry and Laura both an iPod each, since I’ve been gone for a long time. They probably don’t even remember me.

What to get Luke though … I quickly shopped around and thought he might like the style I was pulling off now. So I got him a black singlet with a picture of a finger skeleton with the caption ‘I don’t trust myself either’. And a few wristbands.

I got hungry again, even though I ate like a huge stack of pancakes. I lined up at Starbucks, carrying my duffel bag I was keeping for the flight.

I looked around the huge airport at all the people rushing about, or relaxing in those plastic chairs. When I turned my head back to face the front, I caught sight of the girl behind me.

Despite myself trying not to stare, and my conscious reminding me of my disinterest in girls at the moment, I just couldn’t help it.

She had long-ish dark brown hair that seemed light in the sun -due to the glass roof, we were in the early morning sun-, bangs that were swept to the side, a pair of black-framed glasses was perched on her small nose.

She wore a bright red bandanna over her head and she pulled it off perfectly. What caught me the most was huge emerald green eyes.

“Um, excuse me? What would you like to order?” The woman at the counter looked at me funny as she brought me back to reality. I stuttered sand turned red. Somehow, I managed to find my words and ordered:

“Ah, sorry.. can I just have a venti iced caramel Macciato?” I paid and waited for my drink. I swear I tried my hardest not to stare at that girl again.

She had on a pair of trackies and an over-sized sweater. Dressing comfortable obviously. At least she wasn’t like those try-hard girls who just show-off too much skin. Or cleavage.

Speaking of a long flight, my flight was going to be 20 hours long. With a stop in LA. Urgh.

What if this girl was going to Australia too?

Woah that would be a mad coincidence. But I shook my head and eventually my mind wandered off to something else that was NOT the girl. Not that hard.

The speakers finally called for my flight, as it was 5 minutes until departure. Luckily, I just finished my Starbucks and I tossed it in the nearest bin.