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'I never been to an airport before.. The airports are running busy today huh?' I thought to my self, watching as busy people with busy lives go through the entrance. I took a deep breath and walked in, feeling nervous. The first thing I noticed was all the people sitting and waiting, tapping their feet impatiently . The workers also looked busy, more busy than I would have thought at an airport. 'Wonder why..? Oh yeah, holidays...' Christmas was a couple of days ago, many were heading home. People sat at empty benches, waiting for hours? Not sure how long they have been waiting., but with the look on their faces, it's been a while. The walls were tall ,with tall windows to match to watch the planes. I walked over, bumping into a few people who didn't see me and saying occasional "Excuse me.", and looked out. I saw a huge airplane coming in, I stood there and watched it touch down smoothly, onto the concrete.
I turned to find someone to ask some questions about my flight, but that's when I saw someone in a suit, standing by the entrance, holding a sign with my name written on it. I shyly walked up to them and squeaked, "Excuse me..." He turned and noticed me, that's a first. "Yes? You must be Y/N L/N, correct?" I stood still and stiff as a board, "Yes, I-" "Was wondering why? Your grandmother will explain once we get there." I wasn't sure if I could trust this guy, he could of just overheard all of this information to kidnap me. But.. I don't think a kidnapper would go through that much trouble.
He noticed my uncertainty, "Excuse me, my name is Michael Smith. I was sent by your Grandmother, Mrs. L/N, to come and pick you up. She thought you wouldn't know to have a passport." 'A.. passport..?' I blushed, I forgot and I usually am always ready for anything, if I went to one of the workers here and asked them they would have thought I was an idiot. Chuckling, he smiled and took my bags. "I'm guessing her conclusions were correct. Is this all?" He then took my bags, only two. "Yes." "Then follow me." He smiled as he nodded and headed outside, where a lone plane sat with stairs ready to climb. "Ladies first."
I smiled and walked up the stairs, where I was met with warmer air and way nicer places to sit from what I imagined a real airplane being like. A flight attendant, a hostess, was waiting at the top, inside. She had on a smile that could be considered forced, but I returned it anyway. "Welcome to American Airlines. Have a nice flight!" She then left to one of the hidden rooms in the back. I looked around again and noticed how fancy and clean it was, 'Not like what others say about planes.' A voice came out from behind me, "Just take a seat and relax, I'll be back shortly." He must have noticed my shaking hands, or has to say that. I shyly smiled, "Thanks." He smiled back, "Your Welcome." He walked away, he will forget about serving me. But now, on to Grandmother's...