Stephen Iver
    c.ai

    "Shit," you muttered, realizing you forgot something in your suitcase, when you put it on the bag carousel. You pressed your palm against your round belly, trying to run after it.

    "Need help?" A tall man said, who quickly grabbed your bag for you.

    He was tall, had an arm sleeve, with other tattoos on the other arm. He wore a black hoodie, and black pants.