Chapter 6

Little surprise that the terminal felt cramped and uncomfortable, but Sabrina stayed positive despite the adverse environment. Thus far, she'd avoided eye contact, but moving towards the door, eyes lifted.

“What's going on?” she thought, noting the appeal of an uttermost foreigner.

“Good evening,” the stewardess greeted, taking the ticket.

Overcome by a whimsical tactlessness, Sabrina recoiled and observed.

“Jennifer Connelly,” she greeted. “You're in seat 7-G.”

With a subtle glance, Sabrina passed through and took a seat by the window. By bad fortune, the blinding sunset had obscured the view of the terminal, so as the allure of seeing her parents faded, she wept. Although, amidst the sadness, Sabrina soon grew distracted.

“Hello again, everything alright?” Jennifer inquired, easing into the adjoining seat.

“I'm fine,” Sabrina answered, gesturing to the window. “Hoping for a final goodbye.”

“Your parents?”

Immediately, Sabrina nodded and concealed her carry-on. (Because if anyone resembled a student, it was her). In this regard, the following query wasn't surprising.

“So,” Jennifer began. “You're attending school in Boston?”

Right away, Sabrina giggled and adjusted.

“No, London,”

Instinctively, her eyes swelled.

“Like England?”

Again, Sabrina chuckled.

“Yeah -- like England,”

Already, Sabrina felt taken, but remained reserved, despite Jennifer's overwhelming senses of familiarity.

“I'm sorry,” she announced. “I don't mean to stare, but you remind me so much of someone.”

Gradually, Sabrina sneered and crisscrossed her legs.

“Someone special?”

“You look like her twin sister,”

Succeeding, Sabrina scrutinized as Jennifer journeyed the aisle. More or less, awed by the allurement, but equally as puzzled by the interest. From there, a suitcase soon slid into the overhead compartment.

“I can't believe I made it,” a young woman announced, securing the adjoining seat.

Looking fixedly, Sabrina smiled broadly and offered a hand.

“Sabrina Kole,”

“Beautiful name,” the girl retorted, shaking hands. “Tatum, Tatum Cotour,”

“A pleasure.”

Settling, Tatum sloped back and relaxed.

“Likewise,” she countered. “I'm originally from Atlanta, Georgia, but I was visiting friends in Kansas City,”

“I've lived here all my life,”

“A southern belle?” Tatum solicited. “This is going to be a fun flight.”