Chaos in existence.

Carmen walks quickly to the metal detectors; she didn’t have much time before her flight left without her. As she almost gets there, a lanky man wearing a long black trench coat cuts her. She lets it go by, knowing it wouldn’t help her. After the man passes, Carmen goes by quickly, heading towards her gate soon as she has her bag in hand. She walks quickly to her gate, seeing the lanky man, also heading towards the gate. “Hey,” they both scream, the man in a feminine voice like. The gate closes only a few seconds after they arrive, Carmen curses her damn timeliness, now she’d have to wait till tomorrow to get out of London. “This is fucking bullshit; you could have waited 30 fucking seconds for us.” The lanky man spits out.

Carmen sighs; this guy was going to get himself in deep shit. Carmen hears the guards talk to the man. “We would’ve been fine if you people wouldn’t give us the fucking terrorist interrogation.” Carmen laughs at this man’s foolishness. “Okay, we’re going to need you to come back with us.” Carmen sees two guards go and take the man, to the back. She feels a pair of hands on her shoulder, it’s a security guard. “You too ma’am.” “Oh, shit…” Carmen mumbles being dragged into the real interrogation room where the man was, seated, head down in her arms. Carmen takes a seat in front of the man, annoyed that she was in this situation. They both were there for a while, no one coming in except a man, who brought them some food, without saying a word. When both plates were placed in front of them and the man didn’t move, Carmen got worried that maybe this person had something wrong.

“You’re not going to eat Mr.… uhh…” Carmen says, not sure what this man name was. She sees the lanky figure lift her face finally, revealing a gorgeous pair of green eyes, and pale skin, “Ms. McCutcheon, Shane McCutcheon.” Carmen bites her lip, wow, she now realized this lanky man wasn’t a… man.

“I’m so sorry-“

“It’s fine, I get it a lot with strangers when I wear large clothing.” Shane says, grinning to the Latina, “So Ms…” “Morales, Carmen de la Pica Morales” Carmen says shaking Shane’s hand. “Well, let me apologize for bringing you here, you see I was upset I missed the flight, my best friends Tina and Bette, were in labor, and I hated that I would miss the baby’s first day.” Shane says, really sorry she dragged someone in her shit… like always, she sighed.