On the Road to Paris

"Flight LTR201 to Paris, France, calling all passengers to gate D2,"

Cynthia was operating on auto-pilot mode when she registered that her flight was being called to the departure gate, she kept on throwing anxious glances at the screen of her phone.

"Why isn't he answering?" Cynthia asked in a worried tone.

Gloria was feigning ignorance, "Oh, you know what? That's exactly what's wrong with our modern world, you expect everyone to be available at all times but things happen! I'm sure his phone went dead," Gloria didn't even buy her own words, George would never leave his phone uncharged, and he would never leave his mother and his wife without news about landing at his secretive destination either.

Cynthia fixed John's hat on his head. Her other hand held the phone, she was checking the airline website for news about delays as Gloria's eyes lingered on Cynthia's screen as well.

There were no delays.