annekane:
The problem sometimes with being a dual citizen was having two separate passports and the United States being a pain in the ass if you happened to forget the ‘right’ one on the counter at home. TSA stopped her at the security gate, refusing to believe Anne Kane, Director of National Intelligence, who presented her badge and French passport, could really be a resident of the USA flying to Paris on her birthday (while using up her vacation days). So, she was now sitting next to the baggage claim Starbucks in Dulles International Airport waiting for her brother. Fine Gardening magazine in hand, and pumpkin spiced latte dangerously close to her elbow. She glanced up over the top of the article on ‘Discovering Fun and Unusual Houseplants’, catching the attention of someone familiar. “If you don’t want coffee they sell souvenir mugs on that green shelf, you know. I saw one for New York next to the one for D.C.”
Jacob didn't enjoy flying. His is not the body that designers had in mind when creating airplane seats. But airports? That’s a whole different story. He loved the feeling of having no responsibility other than making sure to board a plane on time. It is as though time is suspended —someone else is making all of the rules and all of the decisions, for a change— so he might as well surrender to the experience and make the most of his time. While Starbucks wouldn't have been his first choice, it was the only available for the moment and it was better than no coffee. After placing his order, he noticed a familiar face and unable to fight the instincts of politeness that his parents had forced upon him, he went up to greet her. "A New York mug bought in D.C. sounds like a very bad gift," he replied, looking over at the green shelf before his gaze set on the magazine. "I didn't know you were into gardening, sorry, fine gardening."
