*Leo*
The airport smelled of upholstery and stale coffee as we waited out in the lobby. There was this unusual scent looming in the air as the guests rushed past us in a hurry, dragging all kinds of luggage. Even the kids all had it.
Like the fume of gasoline but stronger and more pungent. Bitter. Almost every time I breathed through my mouth instead of my nose.
Franky didn’t seem to find it any more pleasant than I did.
“Now I know why we always use private planes,” I muttered under my breath, both bitter from how early I had to get up to drive out here and a bit annoyed at how long I’d had to wait here in this shitty airport.
LA did a lot of things right but airports were not one of them.
“Seems like 22 is finally getting off,” Franky muttered as the doors to the aisle we were watching finally opened. Franky and I got to our feet, standing ominously right in sight of the discharging passengers so he’d see us but out of the way enough, they wouldn’t run into us.
