Preboarding Begins With a Buzz at the Gate
Anticipation Builds at the Terminal The intercom buzzed to life, delivering a message regarding early boarding for those needing extra time. Jenna and I collected our belongings, positioning ourselves close to the barriers, ensuring room for wheelchairs and pushchairs. Kyle remained at a distance, watching us nervously as he glanced at his watch and gazed towards the counter. The airline representative organized a pile of tickets and issued another prompt about the boarding order. I stood firm, anticipating our moment to board, acutely aware of Kyle lurking nearby.
Preboarding Begins With a Buzz at the Gate
Watching and Waiting by My Seat
Pacing, My Seat In Sight Kyle prowled near the slender labyrinth of metal poles and cloth straps, a coil of nerves. With each measured step, his gaze flickered to my ticket, fixating on the row number. I tilted the document to conceal the barcode against my hand. The space swelled as passengers trickled in from adjacent gates, their luggage wheels clattering on the hard floor. An attendant adjusted the display poles, guiding the lines into neat paths for the initial boarding passengers.
Watching and Waiting by My Seat
