Airport

Okay, just calm down. Seriously. Do your routine. Clam down.

An intake of breath. Now, let it out. Repeat.

Shut your eyes. Open them.

Clear your head. Empty your mind.

Good.

I looked ahead, remembering that as a matter of fact, I was at work. And, as another fact, I should stop overreacting. Following my steps, I smiled as a passenger came up to me.

Here's some insight to the life of Amber Grey (aka Me). I work at British Airways as an agent. Some of the employees are also flight attendants and in the such. How I found this glorious job? Well, my brother is in the business and my parents wanted me to take up a job. So, here I am.

And I can't stop looking at him. Shit.

"Hi, um, ma'am." the passenger looked completely dazed.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I was wondering, can I bring my bottle of mouth wash with me? I mean, I believe it is un fair that the TSA took it from me. You see, I have a breath problem." I noticed that at least two seconds ago. "and I need it, badly." she was in her mid thirties, I can tell by the crow's feet.

"Listen --They took it because that's security policy. You cannot take any liquid, food items, and the such with you on board." I replied simply.

"No, I am not listening to your snarky remarks. That's very unprofessional."

And what did I say to anger this lady? Absolutely nothing. It's like a curse, or the sudden urge of hatred she has upon the airport.

"Excuse me, but I do not recall saying anything hurtful."

"Pfft. You do not recall." she mimicked my American accent.

Just cause you're British it does not make you any better than I am.

"Can you please sit back down?" I pointed at the seats, already annoyed.

With a deep breath and a look of death, she walked back to her seat and focused on swearing at herself as she looked through her purse. Good. Lady. Goood. That's how you do it.

I turned back to the office in which many of us sat in, waiting for flights. Most of the employees have come off of working at this other job. They got upgraded to this one. The only thing I know about the other job is that you pushed wheelchairs. Oh so fun.

The guy I've been avoiding sat on the desk chair, scrolling through some documents on the computer. His suit, British Airways approved, was hugging him nicely as he concentrated on what he was doing. My heart raced automatically once he turned his face and smiled.

"Amber, hi."

Well, hi to you too.

I just smiled and sat down next to him, crossing my legs. The last thing I wanted to do in a skirt was sit with my legs spread out. Looking at the screen, I saw the information on the timing of arival and departure. How many wheelchairs were needed. If anyone had meet-and-assists. If food was delivered. Everything.

He worked as one of the people in higher position. Not manager or supervisor, but lead. It was a level which he ran us, the agents, and told us what to do. Boss for us, in the sense.

"Whatchu looking at?" I asked.

"Just some stuff for the flight. It's an important one, I heard. Some big name actor is on it."

Smiling even wider than before, I asked. "Who?" exciting. I am actor/movie freak here. He smiled back.

"Daniel... um..." before he could finish, I practically screamed. "RADCLIFFE?"

Now he burst out laughing, holding his stomach. I slapped his arm and he pretened to be hurt.

"Not cool. I'm being serious!"

He just couldn't stop.

"Okay... Okay..." he managed to calm down a bit. "I don't know Amber, I'll check the passenger list for you. Just don't go screaming when you see him, alright?"

Nodding, I let him do his thing. I watched as he opened the window to the passenger list. Well, I would've expected First Class, but no, he was in Economy. Maybe it was just a mix-up. Maybe someone had the same name as him, happens.

"Nah, it can't be him." I said, looking at him.

He looked back, a little sorrow showing in his eyes. "Well they said it was."

"Just by reading his name. Anyone can have his name."

"True," he sighed.

I laid my chin against my hand. It was getting boring now. There were times where I could talk to this guy but there were also other times... he bored me to tears. But then again, I just couldn't talk to him for long or else he would just get boring. Grr.

"Jay!" I heard a girl say.

That made my head go up and make sure it was just no one. Maybe someone had the same name as him. But no. Penelope walked in, her hair bouncing off her shoulders, and smiled. She was one of the prettiest girls here and that made me jealous. Of course. She could get him anytime. And she knew that.

"Hey Penelope!" He smiled, standing up to hug her.

Oh no, fire in my heart. My body is burning. Stop what you are doing Jay unless you want me to die. To burn up like wood. To turn into a pile of ash.

He let her go, still standing and at her full attention. Dude, I'M DYING HERE! No, I just have to stop. Looking like a jealous, major freak ain't gonna help much.

"You hungry?" she asked.

Jesus Christ No.

"Yeah, kind of."

Dude. No.

"Wanna go on break?"

My lungs are burning now. Please STOP.

I couldn't bear to look at them any longer so I just looked at the computer and searched through the documents. Five wheelchairs. Two meet-and-assists. Two-hundred and thirty-seven passengers, one of them being in the possibility of Daniel Radcliffe. Impossible. But. Possible. He might make me happy today. Autograph. Picture. Ah.

But in the minute I couldn't let him respond to that. Well, of course I would, me being a coward... but this time, I couldn't let it slip.

"Jay," I called out, still looking at the computer.

No reaction. I turned in my seat and looked at the doorway. He was gone.