airports // 5sos au

vi.

{meghan}

I almost skipped work today. That would've been a shame, honestly, because maybe he wouldn't have talked to me.

I had been kept up all night by Noelle playing annoying classical wedding songs. I love music, but when you listen to the same variation of a waltz for literally over two hours, it gets a bit irritating.

I coughed twice when I woke up, and decided that I should treat my illness quickly instead of allowing it to develop.

Then it occurred to me that if I don't go to work, then I don't get money. I'm saving up and I can't afford (quite literally) to not get paid.

So I then forced myself out of bed, got dressed in my work attire, and stumble downstairs. I got a chocolate chip muffin from the pantry and a glass of milk before walking outside to my car.

Twenty minutes later, I'm walking into the airport, the bottom of my thigh-length black coat left unbuttoned and swishing about.

"Oh, shit," I feel a hot liquid soak my coat, "Geez, sorry for swearing."

I scramble to take the coat off, a gasp coming from my mouth.

"Is it ruined? I can buy you another one," The male voice in coming from in front of me speaks quickly.

"No, it's okay, nothing a little Tide can't fix." I chuckle half-heartedly.

"I'm so fucking sorry," He groans, "There I go swearing again, I'm sorry."

"It's alright." I assure him. I fold my coat over my arm and look up at the stranger. He's taller than me, but nothing too drastic. His curly brown hair is messily held back by a navy bandana and his hazel eyes flood with concern.

"Are you sure?"

"It's just a little coffee," I laugh, "I'm late for my new job, so I have to go right now, but don't freak out about this, honestly I'm all good."

"Oh, okay. Again, I'm sorry!"

I walk away from him, heading towards the smaller paths to the terminals. The smaller paths are lined with shops and restaurants for passengers to visit before their flight.

"Wait, I didn't get your number!" He calls after me. I laugh a little and continue walking.

Once I reach Café Dimanche, I set my coat and bag down on one of the hidden shelves of the reception desk. Sitting on my high swivel chair, I start up the computer and help Darcy open the restaurant.

Ten minutes pass by and suddenly I see the bandana boy from earlier walking down the small pathway.

I eye him curiously as he walks even closer. He doesn't notice me, but instead he strolls into the candy shoppe directly across the path. Through the windows, I can see him take off his jacket and put them behind the counter, put on an apron with the shop's logo on it, and walk out to their own reception desk.

"It looks like they finally hired someone," I say as he takes a seat behind the desk.

"Yeah, I'm Ashton, and it looks like we'll be working close together." He says blankly without looking up. I mutter an agreement and he looks away from his computer screen.

"Holy shit," His eyes meet mine, "Sorry for swearing, but holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! It's you! You're the girl I spilt coffee on!"

"Yeah, that's me," I cringe at my new label.

"I'm sorry about that, if I didn't mention that enough before. I wasn't watching where I was going and-"

"It's okay." I cut him off, seeing the concern contort his nice features.

"I'm Ashton, by the way. Ashton Irwin."

"You already said your name," I laugh softly, "I'm Meghan Summers."

"It's nice to meet you, Meghan."

"It's nice to meet you, too."

"I can feel that we're going to be good friends," He smiles.

"Oh, really?" I ask sarcastically.

"Well, I hope so, otherwise, working here is going to suck balls."

"What a nice way of putting it," I laugh.

"You know I still haven't gotten your number," He smiles goofily.