Darren Priest tipped the paper cup to his lips and inhaled the steam from the tiny spout in the plastic lid. Coffee was always welcome, even if he had to settle for the airport version from the kiosk near the international gate. After a brief moment to check the temperature of the liquid, he took a tentative sip and lowered his hand to rest the cup on the edge of the “Information” desk where he awaited the next plane’s arrival.
Being early was a habit for him, especially when he reflected on how much he hated making someone wait. But while he stood sipping coffee and watching one stream after another of people push through the security doors, people with a range of skin colors and clothing styles representing every region of the world, he thought back to the many times he had used this ai
