Pulling into the airport parking lot, I breathed a sigh of relief. First leg done, I thought sarcastically, only twenty more to go. I started walking from the parking lot, and about twenty-minutes later found myself thanking the lady behind the counter as I grabbed my ticket.
Making my way through security, surprisingly quickly, I discovered myself thinking, Wow, not to bad. I thought the airport would've been more crowded. But I guess everyone else in this tiny town is celebrating graduation. I thought sadly, then I reminded myself, you're celebrating too. Just wait, tomorrow you'll be in Paris!
As I seated myself down at the gate, I checked the screen above the desk, indicating my flight to New York had been delayed an hour. Just my luck, I thought, sitting down in a seat in the sparsely inhabited gate. I pulled out my ancient iPod, grabbed my headphones, and began listening. Looking around the area I noticed few other travelers. Maybe I'll have a row to myself, I thought with a small grin. Continuing to jam out to the stylings of Beethoven and Mozart, I pulled out my notebook and began drawing. I wasn't quite sure what, but it was something I felt I needed to get onto paper. About an hour later, hearing the first call for boarding, I glanced down at my paper and found myself staring straight into a face. I wasn't sure who it was or why I drew it, but he seemed strangely familiar. Trying to shake the picture out of my mind, I shoved the notebook and iPod back into the pocket of my back pack. And with the final call, I boarded the plane, anxious for all that lay ahead.
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A Week in Paris (with You)
RomanceAll Skye wanted to do was visit the city, experience the culture, buy some souvenirs, and find her purpose in life. What she got was not what she had bargained for, but, in the end, might be just what she needed.
