Last one. Read the other two before this one.
The airport was a place they both loved and hated at the same time. Claro spent ten minutes looking at hte Departures board with infinite concentration. He studied his own ticket carefully, though his eyes avoided the destination name. He eyed other travellers, the currency exchange list, listened carefully as flights were paged. It all intrigued him.
They sat down and began their share of waiting. Angela had a coffee and was hurrying through her bag. Claro hummed quietly. He drummed his fingers on the arm rest. After a while, Angela lifted her head up and asked him to stop.
“I’ve lasted a whole two weeks with your habits, I think I’ve had close to enough.”
Claro murmured sorry. He said, “If I’d known it made you angry, I would have stopped.”
“All the changes in the itinerary?”
“And the talking to absolutely everyone?”
“And the ignoring me?”
“I didn’t ignore you.”
“You hardly paid me any attention.”
“I don’t know what you expected me to do.”
“I expected not to be ignored.”
“You expected me to fall in love with you, didn’t you?”
She stopped and so did he.
“You kept sleeping with people, Claro!” she hissed.
“They wanted to sleep with me!” he cried, a little too loudly. “If you wanted to, you never showed it.” he added quietly.
Angela laughed. “I thought you were gay at the beginning of this trip. Then I saw plainly that you weren’t.”
“And you were jealous.”
“You always are.”
She sat back and looked at the ceiling.
“When we’re back home, we can start a relationship if you want.” Claro said.
“No. I wouldn’t be able to put up you. It wouldn’t work.”
“People in relationships accept each other’s faults.”
“I understand that, but it still won’t happen.”
“I wish we weren’t going home.”
“We have to go home at some stage.”
“It’s like a dream, isn’t it? Travelling. You leave everything behind and travel to a place you’ve never been to before and do things you’d never thought you’d do.”
“All my dreams are strange.”
“I’ve grown out of dreaming.” Claro said.
Their flight was called. They boarded like sheep to a dip. Claro slept the whole time, or perhaps just lay with his eyes closed. The waking world hurt.