Eeba-ism

post scriptum 'Do you want to get coffee?' Monica asked, her eyes fixed on the huge screens above them. Her flight had been delayed twenty minutes, it read. When she pulled her eyes away she looked out the glass walls of the airport atrium. It was deep night, the sky was black, washed of any blue by light pollution. 'Sure,' Farrere said, watching her. She didn't seem to see anything she looked at. 'Is your brother meeting you at the airport?' he asked quietly. 'Yes,' she now looked out across the cafés and stores. She reached out a hand for her bag handle, but it was further than she'd calculated. Farrere felt like something of an exper

Chapter Nineteen continued: Xeeva sat up in bed, sure she'd imagined the knock on her door. It sounded again, soft and hesitant. Harry, Cam and Farrere would all announce themselves, no matter the hour. She pursed her lips, debating about putting a bra on under her t-shirt, and then remembering she didn't give a shit. She tugged her blankets out from under Todd to free herself, went to her door and opened it. Iggy had his thumbnail between his teeth. 'Were you sleeping?' he asked in a guilty whisper. Xeeva considered staring him down in silence instead of replying. 'I was about to,' she replied thinly. 'Can I talk to you?' She bristled; ther