@sxrieux | continued from ☆
darcy had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to get comfortable in the god forsaken airport seats. somehow, she had managed to do so with two neck pillows, a blanket and her jacket. she abruptly closed her book and tiredly gazed at the man standing in front of her, yawning at the sight of the night.
“w-we’re flying w-with united. it’s o-only expected.”










