jack pulled his rolling suitcase through the halls of dulles airport, keeping an eye out for the woman he was supposed to be meeting here as he prepared for yet another flight out with her. he spotted someone who matched her description and he pulled up her picture on his phone to confirm it was indeed her.
he approached and gave her a smile, extending a hand for her to shake, “hey, i’m jack ryan. supposed to be meeting you here,” he said.









