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Ayah stood there in the middle of the strongly lit airport corridor that was illuminated by grey dead daylight shining in from windows in the ceiling. Even the walls consisted of glass, letting one see the planes on the landing field. He pulled down his furry long scarf with both hands and stuck out his pierced tongue at me, smiling, before hiding his mouth behind the purple scarf again, waiting for me to reach him.
As I walked towards him with a broad smile on my face, someone suddenly threw themselves around my neck out of no where, placing a hard dry kiss on my lips, making them sticky. Wilson, my bodyguard, shoved her back and I saw that it was someone familiar, though I couldn't think of where I'd seen her. Blue charming eyes, blonde hair and beautiful features in her face, the peach lip gloss on her full lips glistening from the light. I made a sign to Wilson that it was okay.
"I never thought I'd see you again!"
'Have I slept with you?' was the first question coming to mind. I probably made a confused expression, she didn't explain, only grew sad because I couldn't remember her. I looked over to Ayah. He was still standing there, his mouth and nose hidden behind the scarf, the locks of sunshine hanging down his face, the grey reflecting on it. He was wearing a big black coat of some synthetic material; probably mine, since it was at least three sizes too big, reaching his knees. His white fingers peeking out of the sleeve shun against the rough surface of the black coat. No reaction, just watching the planes take off and land, watching the people around him, sucking everything into his eyes.
I looked back to the girl. She was smiling, looking fresh.
Where on earth was Layla? Was this some prank of hers again? It had to be. Even in these few seconds I could picture the paparazzis snapping away. I didn't suspect that she set up a trap to make my life worse, she was trying to do something, and I was guessing it had to do with Ayah coming here.
"Excuse me...," I told her with a low voice, since I didn't have the energy to really talk; I wanted to get out of here. Then, turning to Wilson, "Where's Layla?"
He scratched his head, sticking out his cell phone from the marine blue coat's pocket, and, after a quick and silent exchange of words on the phone, he reported to me that she was on her way. I glanced over to Ayah again. He was standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows still, just looking. He was too far away for me to shout at him. I'd just have to wait and meet up later. Especially now with this...bothersome situation. I didn't want him to be dragged in under any circumstances whatsoever.
All of us were tense. The girl was now nervous, as if she'd mixed me up with another person, though I didn't think she had. Should I ask for her name or still pretend I knew her? I small-talked with Wilson about various things.
Ayah would stay away. I'd told him to not come up to me in public places if I didn't go to him or give him any signal that it was fine, since I didn't want him to become some kind of public figure. No worry about that. But maybe...had they noticed that I looked his way? What was this shit! I felt like I was being followed. I hated it suddenly. My unfocused eyes wondered off from Wilson all the time, checking the clock, the shops, the restaurants, the air planes, Ayah. Where was she? It's already been fifteen minutes! I was growing impatient.
Layla finally came, walking in her typical fast pace as if there simply wasn't enough time for walking in a lifetime. I truly disliked her formal, cold appearance, and her clothing-style made the point all the stronger.
I gave her a 'what's going on here' look, and she closed in on me, whispering. "Carson told me a bitch from PW's magazine has called your home number and now they're writing the", she emphasized on the, "article about you and that young boy. You don't want that now, do you?" She gave me look as if I should agree with her.
I was stupefied. I looked down, then up at her again, clearing my throat. I did agree with her. "No... Of course not."
"This is Karen," Layla informed in her most happy and welcoming tone, which didn't differ much from her usual one. "She'll be accompanying you to the hotel. You better call Ayah, so he won't stay here all day" I didn't like her way of saying that. Like Ayah wouldn't understand, like he was a child who had to be told everything, like she hated him even though she didn't know him, like she regarded my lifestyle to be idiotic, like he was...
I was getting annoyed with her. I generally couldn't stand her for longer periods of time, but now I sensed the fatigue getting the best of me. I decided not to say anything.
When we went, I looked at Ayah, making an expression as to say I'm sorry. He nodded, understanding.