Garcia was waiting in front of the gate, anticipating George and Cynthia's arrival at any minute. He frowned when he saw them coming, they walked interlocked with each other. He half wondered how they weren't hitting other people while they stared into each other's eyes as if they were the only people on the face of the Earth.
"How can they be that separated from reality!"
His phone rang at that exact moment, "Speak," Garcia listened to his subordinates outside, "more of their men? How many?"… he continued to watch as the two of them smiled at one another without a care in the world, "The whole airport is surrounded, I see…"
Garcia ended the call, "At least that love-sick puppy's father is doing something right… HEY! GEORGE ROBINSON!" He shouted at the top of his lungs when the married couple was finally in hearing distance, Cynthia and George looked at the detective knowingly. And Garcia understood that he wasn't the only one getting reports.
