"C'mon Dougie, let's go!" Claudia Donovan said, as she pulled her boyfriend through the crowds of people. She couldn't wipe the smile off of her face as she stared in awe at the amazing displays surrounding her. These were her people, this was where she belonged.
Comicon.
"Couldn't we have slept in a little longer?" Douglas Fargo complained, as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist while she gazed at the Supernatural display.
Then he leaned down to kiss her cheek, but she pushed him away, laughing.
"No! We cant be late for the panel on Futuristic Technology in Comics." she protested, dragging him farther along.
He stopped them again, pulling her to the edge of the corridor.
"Sure we can, Claudia." he said, kissing her lips softly before leaning his forehead against hers.
"Five minutes won't hurt anyone." he kissed her again, longer this time.
"Yes it will!" Claudia said, trying to stay focused. "You're moderating the panel, Fargonator."
"Exactly. Fashionably late." Fargo said, trying to win the argument. Finally, Claudia just gave in.
"Fine. 3 minutes." She compromised, then grabbed Fargo and pulled him in for a kiss.
10 minutes later, the couple walked into the panel on Futuristic Technology in Comics. The panel had already introduced themselves, and had just been waiting for Fargo to arrive.
Soon the panel was underway, although Fargo was finding it hard to concentrate on the questions, instead of on the redhead sitting in the front row.
Finally, an hour later, the panel was over, and Fargo was swarmed by people asking for his autograph.
He finally managed to extract himself from the mob, making his way over to Claudia.
"Ah, finally alone." he said, as she pecked him on the cheek.
"Yeah, surrounded by about 50,000 people." she scoffed.
Later that night, as they headed back to their hotel room, Fargo commented,
"You know, most of the 'futuristic' technology from the panel has been sitting in storage at GD for years now."