Nadia's pov
I rushed to the airport. I was late. Shit. Hope I don't get lost in the way. Okay, that's lame. Damn, I'm stressed.
~at the airport~
No. No. No. Ugh. I was late. Really late. I mean REALLY. I got out of my Uber and hurried towards the airport and Bam! I hit something. No. Someone. Yes, someone but who? I don't care. I had to hurry. All my stuff had dropped to the ground. So had his. I kneeled down. So did he. I grabbed my stuff, my passport, my phone, my my purse. He picked up his phone and walked away. I couldn't see him. I don't think he saw me either. Okay.
~australian airport~
I reached. I made it! I hadn't checked my phone in what felt like ages. I took it out of my coat pocket. Wait what. What is this. Omg. No. This is not my phone. I tried to remember everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. Shit. No. Him. My phone. It's with him. We swapped phones when they had dropped to the ground. No. Ugh.
