Plane Ticket
Brutus walked out of Gate 26, right after taking three long flights: from Arizona to Texas to Boston, Massachusets. Now he was in New York, he was home; a place he missed a lot. He let his eyes wander around until he bumped into a figure who was walking the opposite direction.
"Sorry." He helped the woman pick up the papers she dropped as they bumped into each other.
"It's alright," she assured him, picking up her plane ticket.
Brutus was mesmerized by the woman he bumped into. Beautiful, tan skin, big eyes, long lashes, plump lips, chocolate brown hair that curled at the bottom. She looked perfect without even trying.
"You're going to Los Angeles?" Brutus asked as he took a peek at her plane ticket.
"Yes, I am." Once she had all her papers, she stood up and bid him goodbye. "Nice meeting you."
Brutus quickly went up to a desk, asked for a plane ticket to Los Angeles, and went after her.
