The Painter

Jane becomes more and more silent, on a journey that she doesn't know where Jack will take her. It only took them half an hour to arrive at the capital's airport.

"What are we doing here?" asked Jane in confusion, taking in her surroundings.

The capital's airport at that time already looked crowded, with passengers rushing to get to the flight time. But not with Jack and Jane because they weren't planning on going any further.

"Just sit down, Jane, and you'll find out later," Jack replied casually.

He was reading a magazine that was previously on a long wooden shelf. A special place for passengers is in the waiting seats.

"Hhh! I better find something to drink. I need coffee," Jane annoyed and got up from her seat.

"Jane?" call Jack.

"What else?" she replied curtly.

"That seems like a good idea. How about one latte for me?" Jack asked with a big smile, causing Jane to bite her lips in annoyance.