Changi International Airport, departure terminal. The airport was busy as usual. People were falling in line at their flight’s designated counter for check-in. Dragging their luggage and carrying their documents to be presented to the airline staff.
Kendrick was in one of the queues to check-in, he was holding his documents when Javier called him. It was Monday and a working day, so Javier wouldn’t be able to send him to the airport.
“Yes, Javier?” He asked, thinking that he might have forgotten something.
“Where are you now, Kuya?” Javier answered him with a question.
“I’m in the queue to check-in. Why?”
“Oh, I thought you were already at the immigration. Just asking. I just thought about how the days passed. A week with you seems too fast,” Javier answered, sounding sad.
“Th
