People muttered as they steered their luggage around her legs.

She stared at my face for a long time without smiling.

“You look absolutely terrible,” Chloe said.

She dropped her heavy bag onto the gray linoleum tile.

It landed with a loud thud that echoed off the high ceiling.

“Is it just the harsh lighting in here?” I asked.

“Don’t answer a question with a question,” Chloe said.

She spoke very fast, the words tumbling out without a single pause as her thumbs flew across her bright phone screen.