“YOU” a short story
I first see you as you hop out of an Uber. You look so casual, so relaxed, so far from the panic I feel radiating through my veins. You smile as the driver pulls your bag out of the trunk and you practically float through the sliding glass doors toward the check-in desk.
I’m at the kiosk next to yours. I nearly type in the wrong retrieval number because I’m too busy watching your long fingers fly…