Cp.15

A week had gone by and it was time to give my parents one last hug and wave goodbye before boarding a plane that was heading back to Los Angeles.

The three hour difference between Boston and LA did me some sleeping justice when I woke up to the pilot stating through the intercom that we were about to land.

Putting my phone on aeroplane mode, I had recently hit up Owen to inform him that I would be landing soon. He casually responded with an, "I'm on my way," which seemed to be enough for me.

And here I was. Picking up the rest of my luggage as my fingers dialled the number for the person responsible for my ride back to campus.

"Where are you?"

"I should be asking you the same question." He retorted.

"I'm walking towards one of the exits."

"I see you."