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The wait was unbearable.
She thought she was ready for this, but, staring up at the harsh, unforgiving screen announcing the arrivals and departures at the Detroit Metro, she realized she was wrong. They had raced to be here, Eavan and Molly, held up by one distraction after another. Eavan entered the arrival gate by the luggage pick up sick with anticipation. She stopped at the automatic sliding door. “Oh, God, I don’t think I can do this.”
Molly allowed herself an exasperated sigh. She had been dealing with this for weeks. “Eavan. You didn’t even let me go to the bathroom before we left because you were so afraid we were going to be late. We’ve got time to spare. Calm down. He’s just your boyfriend.” Molly firmly grasped Eavan by the upper arm and led her into the terminal, much to the relief of the families grumbling behind them.
“Now, what are you so afraid of?”
Eavan couldn’t verbalize her fear. The words were tumbling over one another, fast, fighting for a way out of her mouth. “I don’t know,” was the only thing she could choke out.
“You should be happy. Ecstatic, even. You are meeting your boyfriend for the first time!” Molly reminded her.
“Don’t put it like that!” Eavan gasped. She began pacing back and forth. “You know I hate it when you say it like that.”
“Well, you are.”
“I’ve known Zane for over a year. I don’t care if it was just online; I know him. I’m just so afraid I won’t live up to what he expects.” There. She finally was able to say what had been on her mind for weeks. To her annoyance, Molly laughed. “What’s so funny about that? I’m terrified he’s going to hate me and you’re laughing?”
“No,” she said as her face relaxed. “Don’t be ridiculous. He’s going to love you. He already said he loves you! If anything, the way you’re acting right now is going to scare him away.”
Eavan stopped in front of a bench and moaned as she sank down onto it. She buried her face in her hands. “I suppose it’s too late to tell him not to come?” she managed to joke.
Molly was staring at something above Eavan’s head, watching someone walk toward them. “Bit too late, yeah,” she breathed. “He’s picking up his luggage.”
Holy crap, this was it. Eavan stood up but couldn’t bring herself to face the boy she had shared such intimate words with only days before. She could have sworn she could hear soft footprints fall on the dingy carpet even over the din in the room. “Hello,” said a soft, low voice behind her, heavy with the weight of his foreign tongue. Slowly, she spun in place, eyes still fixed to the floor.
Her gaze swept upward. Heavy black boots. Faded, snug jeans. Black shirt and zip-up hoodie. Except for the white streak of hair running through his right eyebrow, she might not have recognized him. Molly took action far before my mind even had thoughts of unfreezing. “Hey, Zane!” she grinned. She pulled him in for a tight hug. “How was your flight?”
“Quite long,” he mumbled, still looking at Eavan. “But I finally managed to sleep on the Chicago transfer, so I’m not too bad. Been waiting long?”
This seemed to awaken Eavan from her trance. “No,” she said, “not long.”
“Eavan just can’t seem to sit still,” Molly teased, poking her friend in the side. “She seems to be a little anxious, but I just can’t figure out why.”
This made both Zane and Eavan giggle nervously.
“Well, to the car?” Eavan suggested.
“To the car,” Zane agreed.