I stood with my foot bouncing up and down and with my lip caught between my teeth.  My gaze was bouncing all over the place because I didn’t know where to look.  I was afraid to look at any one person or thing too long.  I was afraid that if I stared at someone for too long, they’d turn and yell at me, maybe even beat me up.  They’d probably be afraid that I was going to rob them, maybe stalk them to their car and kill them.  That’s what I would be afraid of anyway.  I was afraid that if I stared at something for too long, security would come out and apprehend me thinking I was going to steal, smuggle, or blow up something.  Then again, I was afraid if I kept looking around nervously, they would think that I was going to do something bad in general and would kick me out at the least.  I was scared to death by the million things going through my head and I was nervous as all hell.  I was nearly shaking in my boots, trying not to pace or run.

I crossed my arms then uncrossed them.  I slid both hands into my pockets and shifted on the balls of my feet.  My fingers hit my phone so I wrapped my hand around it and began rolling it in my hand.  After a minute or two, I took my phone out of my pocket and slid it open, checking to see if I had missed any calls or gotten any texts without realizing it.  Of course I hadn’t though.  I sighed and fidgeted with it for a second before I pulled my other hand out and sent a quick text.  I put my phone back in my pocket and then began looking around again.

All of a sudden, my phone vibrated in my pocket.  I quickly pulled it out and slid it open.  A smile took over my face as I said who it was from.  I opened it and read, “I got off and I was lost but I asked this kind looking older woman and she escorted me to where I needed to go.  So where are you?”