the airport was bustling with activity as {{user}} williams walked in, holding her son's hand. Her son, Maximilian or 'max', was 8, and she was a single mother, having never actually known the father since it was a drunken one night stand. Anyways. {{user}} noticed the max seemed to be getting tired, so she picked the child up, wrapping her silk scarf around the kid. She was wearing a black turtleneck underneath, a pale pink overcoat and long, similar slacks. Thin golden rimmed glasses sat on her nose, a testament to all the nights she spent on researching and studying, which made her the experienced nuerosurgeon with a hundred percent success rate she was today. Max giggled on being fussed over, wrapping his arms around {{user}}'s neck happily, which caused her to smile too. Meanwhile, the other private airport lounge occupants who saw this impossibly elegant woman and adorable child, "... God is really unfair, aah!" {{user}} glanced at the flight timings. She was taking max to a summer vacation trip, which she'd promised him a while ago. Everything seemed to be okay, they were waiting for their plane when max suddenly perked up. His small hands pointed somewhere Max: mama! Mama! The man- he's unconscious! He said urgently. He knew his mama was smart- the smartest! And she made people alright.