“Lo siento,” he says quietly.
“I don’t know what the fuck that means. But it’d better be ‘I’m an asshole and I’ll never worry you again.’”
Ernesto somberly walks back into the building. I’m shivering from the cold. Finn removes his jacket and places it over my shoulders. Always the gentleman, even when he hates me.
After Ernesto dresses, we make our way to the front desk to claim our luggage. If we hurry, we might be able to make our flight.
The drive to the airport is slow. The roads are a mess. Security takes forever and the line is never-ending. We finally get through and have to run to our gate.
We arrive out of breath and in shambles to an empty gate and no plane.
Finn checks the time.
“What the fuck?” Kel shouts a bit too loudly.
Emerson takes a seat. She doesn’t look good. She’s really pale.
“Let me ask someone,” Finn says, holding up a hand to an impatient Kel.
He walks over to a desk attendant, who looks a little too pleased to be talking to him, if you ask me.
I can’t hear what she’s saying, but I see Finn’s shoulders slump. He points to the computer and she types something. He leans on his hand and shakes his head. He chuckles lightly then nods to her, saying something before making his way back to us.
“What did she say?” I ask.
“Our flight has been canceled due to weather. All the flights out of here have been canceled. We’re stranded.”
