At a brisk pace, he walked. His
leathers shoes tippity-tapped across the carpeted floor as he made
his way through the insides of the airport. It had almost been a
day's worth of flying through the air, his body was weak and his
mind was tired yet the nervousness and anxiety kept him going.
He wore black corduroy pants, a gray
long-sleeved shirt tucked in, his hair slicked back reaching his
neck, and a nervous smile on his lips. He was happy yet uncomfortable
at the same time. The feeling of coming home to a foreign land
engulfed him.
