(A few days later…)
Hauling her luggage, a small, single travel suitcase that contained all that she truly owned, Sharon, donning a nose mask and a boater hat atop her head, made her way across the busy airport terminal alongside many others, her steps light as her casual, floral gown, breezily yet gently flowed behind.
Exiting the glass doors of the terminal, the lady's gaze slowly swept over the bustling variety of people moving about and cars, parked outside the airport until her eyes, finally landed on a familiar young man in a nose mask of his own waving over to her.
Quickly, she moved in his direction with a beaming smile.
"Here you go." Kyle casually tossed over the keys of her new apartment to her the moment she was within reasonable vicinity.