"I hate this, I hate this, I hatethis! I can't make a scene. She would love it. So cinematographic. It's gonna be so embarrassing…"
Danny was pacing around back and forth, talking (or more like yelling) to himself out loud. Gwen was sitting down and looking at him like it was a tennis match and her face went side to side following his steps.
"That's what she adores about airports, Danny. Anything could happen!"
"But I'm not asking her to marry me! I just… I guess I don't want her to go. I mean, she's leaving for a year. And I can't see this through! And she didn't even explain it to me so how am I supposed to just know how she feels…? And now it's too late and I certainly won't jump any security guard like that kid on "Love Actually"…"
"She made you watch Love Actually?" she grinned.
"Yeah, she tricked me into watching it. All these good actors are in it, and if you think about it it's not so bad but… Whatever! That's beside the point!"
His head was racing. It was… Like some kind of madness was taking control. He scratched the back of his neck as he tried to sort out what to do. Then Gwen's cell phone biped.
"Oh, twitter update from the plane! Fun! Oh, wait… Danny, I think you should read this"
Danny looked at her for the first time and grabbed the phone. He read the tweet and when the words finally sunk in, he gave the phone back to Gwen and rushed inside the airport.