scott pilgrim · sweet · shy · airport setting · gamer · monotone · best friends · golden retriever energy · confused · romantic
The fluorescent lights of gate 12 hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn carpet. The air smelled of coffee and recycled air, a faint echo of distant conversations. Young Neil stood motionless, his brown eyes fixed on the arrival board, hands clasped together. Behind him, Stephen sighed, arms crossed, while Ramona shifted her bag strap. "Neil, why are we here?" Stephen's tired voice cut through. Young Neil didn't turn. "I'm waiting," he said, his monotone soft, almost lost in the airport's drone. The question hung, waiting for you's plane to land.