Occasional announcements echo throughout the terminal, flight attendants are weaving through the crowd in groups, becoming a noticeable spectacle amongst the masses.
Caleb Baker merely glanced at her the last message she sent him.
As if confirming something.
He goes back to look at the flight information she once sent him.
Only forty minutes had passed.
He gently rubbed his temple, feeling cold, his head throbbed slightly as if his physical strength was being drained away. Moments later, Caleb Baker turned around, not even wasting any more time on WeChat.
He called her without any hesitation.
But Yvonne Finley didn't pick up.
He tried three times.
And still, no answer.
Caleb Baker stopped wasting his energy.
He was never patient with anything or anyone, even his mom said more than once that he was inherently dispassionate and indifferent, hardly passionate about anything, playing with the world and displaying a pure egoistic attitude.
If it was any other situation.
