Paris International Airport
My heart pounding loudly to think Quinn is somewhere in this airport. I looked up at the digital clock in front of me to check the time.
11:30 A. M.
Soon we will board the plane. We just finished checking in, and so we have to wait for our flight call. I let Uncle Martin and Aunt Lydia walk ahead. Mimie is following them but I intend to take gradual steps, falling behind to look around to find Quinn. But I cannot find him.
I wonder where he is.
The airport packed as usual. There are no more available seats, and so I stand in the corner.
"Cassie, are you okay there? Come, take my seat."
"Um, I am fine here, Uncle Martin. I prefer to sit on the floor."
"Are you sure?"
"Hum!" The truth is, I want to stay here to spot Quinn easily.
"Okay. Here, take this Cassie to buy something you would like while we are waiting for the flight."
"Thank you, Uncle Martin!"
