He was silently driving to the airport, he knew it would take hours before their plane would land, but his excitement for seeing Hassan wouldn't let him stay at home until it was the right time. He would rather lazy around the airport until their flight arrive. His grin could reach his ears. He wished he could call him to know how many hours or minutes left for them to arrive, but then he laughed at his own stupidity. This wasn't a car drive that he could call him whenever he wanted, no matter how he wanted to speak to him.
He had arrived at the airport a few minutes ago, going through some stuff as he spoke with a few of the faces he could put a name on. A call came through his phone, when he saw that it was Hassan's Nigerian number, he wondered how. Maybe their flight was delayed and he
