Flight 509 was announced over the speaker and Alexander turned his attention to the correct terminal, waiting for her to pop out of the gate. His head was held high, attention unwavering. A young boy bumped into him, but Alexander brushed it off. Today was not the day to exact revenge on unsuspecting children and their mothers. Elderly folks started to emerge from the tunnel, chatter grew louder as people began to look for their layovers, their luggage and their friends. If he hadn’t been more observant, Alexander would have missed her altogether. A young woman, barely of age waltzed out of the gate, practically beaming, in her soft sunshine dress. Nothing like what he’d expected. Her curves, the shape of her face, the way she seemed to emit bliss from every pore in her body made her stand out from the cr...

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