Feeling annoyed

At 11.00 pm, Travis was at the airport to be precise in the waiting chair because he had to wait for the flight to depart for New York in about 1 hour. The man was silent, looking down with a blank stare because what he had in mind was the good times when he was in a relationship with Rachel. he doesn't know whether it was his fault that his fiancé chose to have an affair, or if his fiancé was wrong and never really loved him so she wanted to have an affair with another man? He feels imperfect, feels stupid, and doesn't deserve to be loved, feels he has to do a lot of self-introspection so that he can make his partner comfortable and stay with him.

Drett... drett...

Travis reached into his trouser pocket for his ringing cell phone. He saw an incoming call from Kimberly, then answered it.

"Hello," he said weakly.

"Dr. Travis, how are you? Are you done with your problem? I hope the photo I found earlier doesn't match your assumptions about Rachel."