Literature
AC: Around The World
Sitting on the uncomfortable plastic chair with a sigh, Shaun groaned, and slid his laptop bag underneath his feet, stretching.
He stared blankly at the people milling around, glaring at those who would dare enjoy the experience of flying and having to stop over in Atlanta airport.
A polystyrene cup invaded his field of view, and Shaun squinted at the curly, incomprehensible marks on the side. Reaching out, Shaun took the cup, and stretched his cold fingers around it. "What..." He cleared his throat. "What time is it?"
"If I told you, I think you'd cry." Desmond sat down, holding his own cup. "Enjoy your coffee."
"I feel like we've been a