Cal's POV
I checked inside my bag for the tenth time to make sure I had everything.
Passport. Wallet. Keys. Phone.
It really wasn't a long list of necessities, but my nervousness was making me overthink it all. Unlike when I abandoned Lena and flew home, I hadn't been able to find a flight back to London that was leaving anytime soon. So, I had to return to my apartment and wait it out until I would be able to leave.
Talk about torture.
I was sitting on my couch, packed and ready for the airport, but with no flight for hours. I was starting to debate if I should just head to the airport now so that way, I would be close by and able to jump at any time.
Not to mention that if I was already at the airport, I could drink at the bar too without worrying how I would get there if I ended up drunker than a skunk. A beer sounded damn good, that was for sure.