Derek was pulling a large black rolling suitcase, its plastic wheels humming smoothly over the tile joints.

He turned his head to scan the overhead signs for the ground transportation desk, and his eyes landed right on me.

He stopped so suddenly that the black suitcase slammed into the backs of his calves.

Patricia nearly walked into his shoulder, her leather handbag swinging against her hip as she let out a startled gasp.

“Derek, what on earth are you doing?” Patricia asked, her voice sharp before she caught herself.

She lifted her sunglasses off her head and slid them down onto her nose, her eyes locking on my brass buttons and uniform patches.