Suddenly, I have the sudden urge to just get out of there. I jump up and manoeuvre my way around people and baggage. Before I’m home free, however, I get knocked in the knee with something big and really hard, almost doubling me over from the force and pain.
“Ow! Christ! Watch it, will you?” I snap at the offender. I look up to see a rather shocked looking guy. Young, probably about the same age as me, short brown hair, big innocent brown eyes and a button down shirt.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” He releases the handle of the suitcase and steps closer to see if I’m alright.
I hold up my hand in agitation. “I’m fine. Why don’t you just watch where you’re going.” I straighten myself up and continue on my path out of the airport, leaving the young guy looking quite forlorn.
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