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He looked at his watch.
“Why not? It didn’t happen on the plane.”
“There was extreme turbulence. And, I didn’t think it would happen on the plane.”
“I just want to be alone for a minute,” she said, taking his hand.
She led him through the crowd, ignoring the noisy announcements and bright ads blaring from the large screens overhead. She would have to decide what was going to happen in this restroom. It was the most private area she could think of in this overpopulated airport. She wanted to tell him what she read in the letter and hear his response.
They stopped short once Ala saw the line of women stretched down the hallway. Danno checked his watch again.
“Ala, maybe we should get you to the gate.”
“No,” she said. She could not board the plane feeling how she did. Something had to shift in order for her to have peace of mind. “Go see if the men’s room is empty.”
He scoffed and ran his hand through his hair.
“What? Why? What are we doing? This is crazy.”
“I was crazy to have dinner with you. Go look.”
He walked in as she surveyed for security. She didn’t notice anyone wearing a uniform. Danno leaned hallway out of the entrance and waved her inside. The restroom was surprisingly clean with white tiled walls. Ala opened the first stall and he followed her in. She made sure the lock worked and hung her bag on the hook.
They heard footsteps come through and Danno clamped his hand over her mouth, which prompted her to start laughing. They listened to the stream of urine. If Ala confronted him in this stall, her life could be in danger. He was a lot stronger than she was. He could snap her neck and leave her in this stall. She wouldn’t be found until long after his flight took off. Everyone in her life would never know why she died in an airport in South Korea. The man turned on the faucet to wash his hands.
But really, what was in it for Danno this whole time? Of course there was the money, which is why they met in the first place. There was no arguing that. And he may have been surprised that he found her to be so attractive. And she did make herself easily available very early on.
However, he could’ve killed her the first night. It couldn’t be that difficult for him to find women to spend time with. He was powerful and charismatic. He had taken care of her when she found her way back home. They had so much beyond what was supposed to have happened that summer. She had everything with him.
The harsh overhead lights made her skin look grayish green and the dried sweat on her dress was now being reconstituted as she figured out what to do next. Before she could peak through the hinges to see if the man had left, Danno had lifted her against the stall door and kissed her. She kissed back, violently and hungrily. The adrenaline from surviving the flight kicked in for both of them, followed by the idea that they would be spending half a day apart.
He pushed her against the opposite wall and unbuckled his pants. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around him. The sound of her breathing filled her ears; it was all she could hear. Reaching up her dress, he tore off her panties and shoved them into his pocket.
She was terrified of getting caught. She had no idea what the laws were in this part of the world. This fed into her urgency and she pulled him closer to her, knocking her sandals off. She yanked his hair and, once again, his hand covered her mouth as he carefully lowered her to the ground. He held her close to him. She wanted to live in this restroom with him and never speak to anyone again.
“Do you want to change clothes?” He asked.
“I’ll wait outside.” He stepped out of the stall and used the sink. Ala opened her suitcase and found fresh panties and a long dress. She stepped out of her sundress and wadded it into a ball. She gathered her purse and stepped out, throwing the dress in the trashcan. She rinsed her face and the back of her neck.
He held out her ticket.
“Are you ready to take off?”
She nodded and let him take the suitcase.
“I have to tell you,” he said, guiding her to the terminal.” He was going to confess the whole story in the middle of the airport. He probably assumed she wouldn’t be able to react in front of so many witnesses. She braced herself.
“You’ve become my best friend.”
“Oh,” she looked down and kept walking. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she tired to wipe them away without him noticing.
“This is it,” he said, double checking the sign. “They’re probably already boarding your group.”
“Alright,” Ala said, taking the suitcase from him. He took it back from her and set it down on the ground. He hugged her with his whole body.
“I’ll be right behind you,” he whispered. She wiped her eyes against his shoulder.
He squeezed tighter before letting go. She got into the boarding line. She saw him watching her in the corner of her eye. She read the ticket and quickly looked behind her. He was gone.
She slammed the pages down on the table. Both hands shook uncontrollably and she feared she might lose control of her body. She picked the letter back up and skimmed for keywords, tried looking it over to find where she misread. The words stayed the same. Danno knew Bruno before he ever knew her. He knew Emmanuel. He knew where he lived. He never would have come to her town if it weren’t to try to get Emmanuel’s money.
She stood, letting the papers fall to the floor. Everyone was still working on their computers or talking on their phones. Men were drinking beer with their suit jackets on the backs of their seats. There was no earthquake happening except inside of her. Everything inside was pushing her to go. Every thought she had was prefaced with “Go now. Take your bag and go.”
If she left, Danno would be worried. She knew he loved her, which was the worst part. She knew he didn’t care about the deal or the money. She knew he would die if anything happened to her. She knew their time together changed him, as it had changed her. It was the worst part because there was love.
She slumped back down in the chair.
“More tea, Miss?” a server asked meekly.
“No, thank you. Just the check.”
“It’s on the account Miss.”
“Yes, okay, thank you.”
He ran his world by signing his name. His name took care of everything. He lived differently than people who had to apply for credit or hope they could save enough money to retire. He risked a lot, but the reward was living a life that wasn’t confining day after day.
Her chest tightened as she folded the pages and shoved them back into the envelope. She knew Emmanuel was telling the truth, but felt better trying to find holes in his explanation, to prove him wrong. Why would he still pay her when he knew something, anything, had gone wrong?
She could confront Danno and ask him to tell her the truth. He o course would know that she already knew what the truth was to even ask in the first place. He would know she knew about all of it. What did he do to people who knew too much? Did he kill them or have someone else do it? He wouldn’t actually kill her if he loved her, she thought. The again, she had nearly forgotten that a man burned to death because of her. Self-defense or not, she had taken a life.
He could be the only kind of person with the only kind of life that she could actually build something with. They both did things the way other people didn’t do them. They both felt connected to one another. She wouldn’t be able to find anyone who made her feel that way he had. And he meant the most to her since she was left the country with him and didn’t tell anyone she knew that she was going.
She held her hands out and tried to steady them. When this didn’t work, she did her best to dry her eyes by waving them rapidly. People began to look at her. She was the most underdressed in her sundress, damp with sweat, sandals and sunglasses. She took another cigarette out and lit it. This time the smoked entered her lungs easier.
“Get up and go. Leave,” she whispered. She zipped up her bag and swung it over her shoulder.
“Hey, are you smoking?” He said, coming up behind her.
She jumped, sending ashes all over the armchair.
“Just one,” she said, stubbing it out next to the first cigarette she had smoked.
He sat on the coffee table in front of her and took her face into his hands.
“This flight is not going to be as long. Just have a nice dinner, read a little and I’ll be at the gate in no time.”
She nodded and let tears slide down her cheeks, into his hands. He hugged her.
“Come on. Everything is going to work out.”
He signed the check and took her hand, walking her out with his arm around her.
“I have to use the restroom,” she said.
“Sure. To the right. I’ll wait.
“Do you want to come in with me?” She asked, winking.