Chloe sat in the terminal waiting for her plane to board thinking or trying not to think of the past few weeks, or the past few months. She was pushing everything to the back of her mind hoping it wouldn't surface anytime soon. She wanted to move on and move forward if at all possible. She was focusing on imagining her future when she heard someone clear their throat.
"Uh, excuse me do you mind?" She looked up and saw a tall, lanky man with short shaggy curly brown hair. He had brown beady, almost dead eyes and fuzz that resembled a sort of illusion of a beard gone wrong. He was wearing a red button up under a dowdy brown sweater with a pattern that crossed her eyes. He nodded to the seat next to her, and she realized he was asking if he could sit down. It wasn't very crowded at her gate, but there were plenty of seats available. She smiled a tired reserved smile and nodded.
"Not at all." She told him.
