It was funny how things changed people when you were forced to adapt. When he was younger, Sheppard used to loathe flying. His fear of heights pretty much reached it's limit with rollarcoaster and planes, so naturally it seemed that life always put him in situations where he had to do one or the other. In his youth it was trying to impression the cool kids by going on the biggest, scariest ride at the theme park when they were on a trip, or trying to be romantic when his date wanted him to ride the Ferris Wheel. These days it was the constant flying to his publishing house for things he knew could have been done over a video call, but it was part of the job. His only saving grace was the strong sedative he could down once near-boarding that could kick in once he settled in and knock him out the whole flight, which was in his pocket calling to him as he went through the scans and the rest of the routine to get to fly.
Once he was done getting stripped by the TSA, Shep took his carry-on and headed in to wait, a few shops catching his eye with their tempting-but-overpriced merchandise. While he didn't need a new shirt or booze, coffee was always a good idea in his mind, the man's feet heading in that direction before he had even made up his mind to. Coat handing over his arm, Sheppard made his way to the strong aroma, distracted by a magazine cover as he walked and not noticing the person stand a little ahead. the fold of his jacket hooked on what he would soon realize was a purse, Shep muttering a swear under his breath before looking up and being met with a familiar face. " We gotta stop meeting like this." He joked, offering a smile as he breathed in relief that it wasn't someone who would think he was trying to steal their purse. "Hold on, I just need to..." He chuckled, freeing his coat before he looked back at her. " Sorry about that; not looking where I'm going as usual."
