In Loving… I 44A

Through the wave of people coming out of the departure hall: the sound of happiness as some friends and family clashed into their loved ones, clicking shoes heels and rolling luggages, landing planes and arrival announcements, honking car horns and slammed car doors, Sawyer stretched his neck up and ducked low in between, searching for his friend as he got further from the departure building. He checked his phone for a message he had received saying; - Ty “I’ll be in front of the departure hall.” Then looked up again stretching his neck, adjusting his backpack on his back.