Chapter Twelve- Rendezvous at NYC
Airport 12:30 PM
Alice and Sahar walked off of the jet feeling just a little dizzy.
"I never want to fly again, I hate the way those damn flight attends were staring at my scarf!" Sahar hissed at Alice.
"I know, they were total bitches! Let's go get our stuff and check into the hotel."
"Well, I promised to meet some family on the Upper East Side, why don't you go on and like catch a nap and I'll meet you for dinner at the hotel restaurant like at 7:30? Tell them you're there for the Salaam reservation, Kay?"
After escorting Alice to the taxi port, Sahar rushes to the Greyhound station to wait for Derek. Much to her surprise, the young man who walks off of the truck was not as unfortunate looking as his character on World of Warcraft. In fact, he was actually kind of hawt with dark skin, wavy brown hair and seafoam green eyes. The only thing wrong with him was the dorky sign he was carrying and the fact he was yelling, "Sahar! SAHAR!!!" into the crowd.
"Damnit! Shut up you idiot!"
Derek turned to look down at the petit Arab, "You Sahar?"
"Duh!"
"All right then, nice to meet you in person! I'm Derek Long, do you have a last name Sahar?"
"Sahar Salaam, now if you will please move your ass before we attract any more embarrassing attention?"
As they take the subway to their hotel, Sahar turns to Derek, "Now at 7:30 meet me at the hotel restaurant, ask for the Salaam reservation and they'll take you right to us, kay?"
"Ya."