I sigh, not looking forward to the flight or what laid ahead of me after the plane landed.
*tap*
*tap*
*tap*
I mindlessly tap my titanium card on the bar top waiting for my drink and unappealing airport sushi. I have over an hour left to board my flight. Looking around, I noticed that the airport still is empty. The pandemic has ground on, with vaccines being ineffective, and public health responses being more political than effective.
*tap*
I catch your eyes flashing at me, hinting annoyance. You appear to be a woman younger than me with dark eyes and chocolate brown hair cascading to your shoulders. The lower half of your face, like everyone else’s, is covered with a mask. I involuntarily smile at you, feeling awkward as it’s not likely that you would see it. I set the card down and shrug as to say *”I’m sorry.”* You slightly shake your head and look at your phone.