[Anna]
It was around seven in the morning when he walked me back home. When we got down, he had held my hand, and he continued holding it on the walk back home.
It was mostly silent.
My other hand encircled his arm that held my hand. We had exchanged numbers, and walked back in peace, until we were on the corner.
"What times flight do you have?" He asked me. In one of the conversations we had on the tower, I had mentioned that I had to leave in a couple of hours.
"The flight is at 1:30. I have to reach the airport by 10 anyhow, which means I have to leave around 9," I tell him.
"Ah!" He clicks his tongue, his eyes falling to his watch. "So you still have an hour and a half."
"I do," I agree.
"So, what are you gonna do until then?" He asks.
"I don't know," I shrug, "I'm all packed
