By lunchtime, the next day, we were at the LAX airport and after the security checks and other procedures, we stuffed ourselves with enough food to make our stomachs burst and it hurts to even look or talk about food. Yet, the two of us find ourselves watching mouth-watering videos on i********: posted by this company called the Tasty before we had a nice, hearty sleep in the waiting hall. My head on his shoulder and his head over mine, and our hands intertwined.
By 3 in the afternoon, it was announced that our flight has landed and the boarding begins a few minutes after. I was shaken up violently from my sleep and when I wake up, I narrow my eyes at the person who dared to wake me up like that. He smiles, innocently. My foot. "What's up?" he leans down and flickers on my forehead. I bl
