It's been seven months since James left for France, and now he was waiting at the airport arrival area for Kenneth. He'd been standing behind the bar for the past two hours. He had gotten up from bed this morning with the thought of picking Kenneth being the only thing floating in his mind. He'd left home without much thought put into his outfit, and that's why he stood out in his loose sweater shirt and ripped jeans. Kenneth's plane had landed ten minutes ago so it might take a while before he was cleared from immigration and got his bags.
James scrolled through his phone as he waited, but his eyes would flicker towards the door whenever someone with dark hair walked into the arrival area. James bit his lip, moving towards the door a bit. He was becoming impatient and couldn't wait for K
