Lottery // Harvey Specter

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17:10

Kyra looked at the clock, it was ten past five. And a man walked up to her, 'Kyra Anderson?'

She nodded and handed him her blue suitcase with red polka dots, he nodded and motioned for her to follow. Her small red heels clicked against the stone tiles of the airport, as she walked behind the man.

'This way, ma'am,' he told her.

She smiled at him, ready to take back her suitcase.

'Have you been on a plane before ma'am?' the man asked her, clearly amused.

Kyra shook her head, 'No. Why?'

'I need to take the suitcase to the other passengers luggage, you'll get it back on the airport in New York,' he told her kindly.

She flushed a soft shade of red and giggled, 'Of course. Silly me, I'll just go... then.'

She walked down the lane and waved at the man, who smiled at her silly behavior and started to bring away her luggage. Only then Kyra remembered that her book was still in her suitcase.

She turned around and yelled, 'Sir! Sir!'

The man turned around and waited for the girl that was running towards him, she grabbed the suitcase and opened it quickly. Taking out her book.

'Sorry. Forgot my book,' she told him awkwardly and quickly added, 'I wanted to read it on the plane.'

The man furrowed his eyebrows, 'Of course, ma'am. Enjoy...' he glanced at the book, 'City of Bones...'

Kyra nodded with an uneasy smile, 'Thank you, you too!'

And before realizing that what she told him made no sense at all, she walked back towards what she thought was the right lane.

The man chuckled and said, 'Lane 9, ma'am.'

Kyra wanted nothing more than to slam her head against the wall as she quickly switched to Lane 9. 'Thanks!'

And the man could only hope that she had someone to guide her way in New York.

***

Kyra had ordered some food on the plane, only to discover that plane food was worse than hospital food. The turbulence at the beginning of the flight had given her a slight fright. But she quite enjoyed the plane ride, if you didn't count the crying kid sitting behind her that was kicking against her chair.

She looked out the window, hoping to see one of those amazing Instagram picture like views. But sadly for her it was very cloudy and she saw nothing but a white collection of cotton candy.

She looked at elderly woman sitting next to her, 'Hey.'

The woman smiled back, 'Hello, dear. Why are you heading to New York?'

Kyra looked at her hands, 'To help out an old friend.'

The woman nodded, 'Well, I suppose that's a wonderful reason.'

Kyra nodded, even though she couldn't say she agreed and smiled kindly. 'What brings you to New York?'

'Well, four years ago my husband passed away. And I promised him I'd travel the world, taking myself to all the places he's never been,' she told Kyra with a tear rolling down her cheek.

Kyra gasped, 'That's... the most wonderful reason ever... I don't think anyone in this plane can compete...'

A smirk appeared on the elderly woman's face, 'Well, I just poured my heart out to a stranger. How about you tell me why you're nervous to see your old friend.'

Kyra shook her head, 'I'm not nervous.'

The woman glanced at the red skirt the girl had been fiddling with and Kyra noticed. 'Maybe I am...'

The woman moved closer, 'Is it your ex?'

Kyra bit her lip and nodded, 'Yes, I suppose he is.'

The woman raised her eyebrow, judging Kyra. 'You gotta move on, don't dwell on the past. Take the next flight home.'

Kyra sighed, that was exactly the advice she wanted herself to follow. 'It's been fifteen years, but I don't think I ever really moved on.'

The elderly woman let out a laugh, 'Oh dear, fifteen years. And did he? Move on?'

Kyra sighed, 'Yeah. I'm pretty sure he did.'

'What's so special about him? That you haven't found a better person?'

'I've found plenty better people, but none get me like he did. He made me happy, he made me laugh. He could sense my sadness and he would cheer me up.' She told the woman next to her.

'What happened?'

Kyra looked down, 'He found a job at a big firm. He moved to New York to chase his ambitions and never wrote back.'

'And yet here you are on a plane, to come and help him.'

Kyra forced a smile, 'Yes. Yes I am. Pretty shitty reason, huh?'

The elderly woman nodded, 'Oh well, maybe you'll like New York. I think you have a good and kind heart.'

Kyra nodded quietly, although she'd rather call it an act of selfishness than kindness. 'His secretary did say he needed me,' she told the woman with a voice filled with sarcasm.

The elderly woman's eyes widened, 'His secretary, oh dear. What have you gotten yourself into?' she joked.

Kyra grinned, what had she gotten herself into indeed?