John F. Kennedy Airport on a Thursday morning is like the open farmers market. Noisy and bustling and hustling. Too many people are rushing to get to the other side of the world. Each with different intentions. Stories to tell. The woman wearing a sunny dress is going for a vacation somewhere. The man in the third row of the waiting lobby is going to a family event. Someone in the crowd must be going to visit a family and someone might be going home to settle some dispute that cannot be arranged over the phone. There must be someone here who is off to see a love interest and is very nervous right now, afraid to be catfished but also thrilled at the possibility of finding the one. And then, there were James and Sylvie. On their way to Atlanta for a convention.
Sylvie arrived at the airpor
