The next day
*Owen*
“Are you going to tell me what we are doing here darling ?” I look around in the busy airport terminal. Siena had just come and asked me to drive her somewhere, but wouldn’t tell me where we were going, and now we are here.
My first thought was that maybe she wanted to go back to LA or something, but then packing at least a carry on would have been good.
She looks at me with a small teasing smile. “We are picking up someone”.
“We are ? Who ?” I am feeling slightly confused, not that it is an unknown feeling in my life lately. There is also a weird bubbling feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Her”. She waves and I turn my head to see Hope walking toward us. Seeing her again is so close to literally knocking me off my feet, that I have to lean on a pillar for supper.
