Lyla
The GPS chimed at me to turn left at the last possible second, causing me to careen across two lanes of traffic while wincing at the honking drivers behind me.
“Sorry…" I mumbled, but only to myself.
Up ahead, the sign for the airport flashed at me with gold letters, signaling for me to get off at the next exit. It was late at night, well past midnight at this point, so pulling into the airport pick-up and drop-off section was thankfully uncrowded.
Melanie had taken a red-eye from Dubai and landed about a half hour ago, giving me just enough time to grab myself a coffee and head over here to pick her up. Since adopting a night-owl routine, I was the only one of our friends that was able to pick her up at this time, so here I was.
Not that I minded, but it felt weird seeing her
