I paced up and down the terminal "Oh god I hope he got here okay God how long does it take for people to get off a plane!?" my nerves had set in I'd always gone to America to see Mark and now he's here "excuse me!" I walked over to the lady behind the counter "How much longer?" She smiled sourly "just five more minutes" I groaned five more minutes felt like a millenia I just want to know what's wrong, I didnt sleep the night before I was really nervous and worried about what Mark wanted to tell me that couldn't be said over text. As I paced again there was a tannoy annoucement
"NOW OPENING THE DOORS TO TERMINAL 6 PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM THE DOORS" I jumped up to see if I could find Mark in the bustling crowd and there he was all 5'10 of smoldering..."wait why am I thinking like this snap out of it Jack!" I walked over to him smiling "Hey Mark! How was your flight?" I grinned. Mark placed down his bag to give me a hug "It was actually not that bad I slept like a baby, can we find some food though I'm starrrvvviiinnngg" Moaned Mark I chuckled and picked up his bag and we went to the luggage carosuel and picked up his suitcase "Sure I know a nice little cafe not far from here" we walked together sharing terrible jokes. We jumped into a Taxi "so tell me everything"