Salman's POV
It has been twenty minutes since Jala went into the washroom and I was getting uneasy. Uneasy enough to enter the ladies washroom.
In the meantime, I roamed around the airport building, venturing out into the cool, night air that felt good against my skin. The night sky was clear, the half moon out shining the twinkling light of the stars tonight. I stared at the vast unknown before me wondering where fate would lead us from here and why we were doing this at all. Leaving our loved ones behind, all for the sake of a dream that we had no explanation and leads of, only that we shared the same dream and knew each other even before we were introduced to one another in this world, we called real.