Breakfast in the airport again, but I felt much older this time. Once I met a girl there. We were drinking early in the morning, along with a crowd of other people, while waiting for our flights. We noticed each other from across the bar. She was tall with black eyes. Nothing happened. She left earlier than I did after another shared glance or two. When I'd paid, I made my way to the gate, and saw her standing there against the wall waiting for the same flight as me. A big smile spread across her face while she blushed and looked down at the floor.
I like remembering that moment.
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