Third person's POV
A few weeks after their graduation, the group decided to meet up at the airport to travel together for a celebratory trip.
Moxie stood near the entrance at first, her grip loose on the handle of her suitcase as she watched the others trickle in, her eyes catching Vicky first, who was already mid-conversation on her phone, waving absentmindedly the moment she spotted her.
“You’re late,” Moxie called out, a small smile forming despite herself.
“I’m not late,” Vicky replied immediately, pulling the phone away just long enough to argue, “I’m fashionably delayed, there’s a difference.”
Naomi appeared right behind her, adjusting the strap of her bag as she glanced between them. “She almost forgot her passport,” she added casually, earning a glare from Vicky.
“I didn’t f
