The airport was unusually crowded, despite the peak travel season having long passed. The bustling atmosphere, filled with a chaotic symphony of sounds unique to such a place, served as a sharp yet oddly refreshing reminder that the tranquility of their long but exhilarating vacation had officially come to an end.
Two pairs of long, slender legs moved in sync, their footsteps light against the cold, scuffed floor. The soft, rhythmic tapping of their heels was accompanied by the smooth hum of rolling wheels gliding effortlessly beneath two large suitcases, each wrapped in sleek leather covers.
Felicity removed her new designer sunglasses and took a quick glance around. It had been a while since she had last been home as her last movie was filmed in Spain, and a strange sense of disappointment settled in her chest as she took in the changes.
The airport, once so familiar, now felt almost foreign.