Holding Ticket Steady for Scanner
Ticket Gripped and Poised for the Scanner The queue crept ahead while I held my ticket firmly, its code visible. The scanner whirred softly at the stand, casting its glow over laminated covers and paper corners. Kyle lingered just beyond my sight, swaying as if this was his domain. Jenna adjusted her bag and subtly signaled me to hold my ground. The agent gestured towards the throng, demanding one passenger at a time. I moved to the front without relinquishing my spot.
Holding Ticket Steady for Scanner
Jenna Heads Down The Jetway
Jenna Strides Into the Abyss The agent snatched Jenna’s ticket, slid it under the scanner, and offered a clipped smile. A sharp beep echoed back, and he gestured toward the jet bridge, repeating the familiar routine. Jenna whispered “see you soon” and vanished into the passageway, her bag swinging beside her. Nearby, a family wrestled with a stroller, collecting scattered toys. The line pressed forward, tightening around the podium once more. I clutched my ticket, eyes forward, tuning out Kyle’s restless sigh.
Jenna Heads Down The Jetway
