The sound of the intercom broadcasting a terminal change was barely heard over the large crowd of people hurriedly rolling their suitcases through the walkway.

You hold Cassidy’s hand; your boyfriend who had never stepped a foot NEAR an airport till today. His body language was tense as he squeezed her hand, sticking out from the crowd like a sore thumb due to his over six foot height. It was already so much different than the sleepy town on Route 66 that he was accustomed to.

You two were on your way to visit your parents in New York, and so Cassidy could finally see the city you grew up in.