ARRDE
Alex lingered at the entrance of the airport, his shoulders tense as security personnel stood beside him. His lips parted as if he had more to say, but he hesitated.
“I can handle myself,” I said, my tone firmer than intended.
“I know that,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Just… call me if anything happens.”
“Go.” I directed my chin towards the already steaming car.
He exhaled sharply and stepped in, the door closing behind him with a heavy thud. As the vehicle pulled away, I turned on my heel and headed for the only thing that could settle my nerves—a latte.
A part of me had whished for Alex to stay back with me, while the other jubilate that he made the right decision.
The café was bustling with soft chatter and the hum of coffee machines. I ordered my usual a
