Natara Williams
Genuinely ticked, Natara got off the plane. 'Of course one of the few times I have to fly my flight's delayed' she thought. Scowling, she sat down back in the waiting area. She became strangely engrossed in watching a boy in fatigues and a teenage girl saying tearful goodbyes. Hey quickly embraced, ignored by passing people. She could see him whisper something in her ear, and she pulled away and nodded. Suddenly a noise that for some odd reason stood apart from the others sounded. As if this noise was directed to only her. She turned her head, and it was if the rest of the crowd was out if focus, the one person who had just entered the only thing in focus. He hadn't seen her yet, but Natara had seen him. He now looked around, searching for a familiar face. Natara kept her head down, all the better to avoid the gaze of Mal Fallon.
Mal Fallon
His eyes scanned the crowd, seeking a flash of coffee colored hair. Listening intently for the sound of her voice, faintly Indian like her father but mixed with American, all rolled up in a professional tone. Then he saw her, her head was down. Her hair was hiding her face but was the same color and length. She was standing right by the luggage cart. "Nat!" he yelled, running to her. She didn't even look up, not even when he was standing right next to her. "How could you just not tell me you were leaving?" he said angrily. She did not move. "Are you even listening?" his temper overcoming his tone.
"You talking to me?" she said. Her voice was too high. She finally looked up. This girl had hair like Natara, but her face was one of a teenager. Headphones were blaring music in he ears, but she quickly removed one to listen to Mal. "Sorry, thought you were someone else". He sped off, leaving the Natara look-alike with a confused look on her face. She shrugged, putting her headphone back in.