She needed some time alone to think about where there was no Kendrick, Cassius or her other friends — she needed to be alone to calm the annoying noise in her head. An argument after argument going on with either Kendrick or Cassius was now overwhelming her.
Her body was propped up on the soft sofa in the executive airport lounge, waiting for her flight to depart for the next thirty minutes — her legs crossed, with a book in her lap and a glass of latte on the table.
Such perfection, a quiet room with a book and a glass of latte, is always her favorite when her day is sad and gray. The combination always manages to bring her into the world of fiction, sinking into it. But once she finishes reading, she will return to facing the real world filled with many problems and harsh realities.
B
