Because of increased security, people were no longer allowed to wait at the actual gate. Cynthia scanned the sea of descending faces. Her emotions soared with excitement and dipped with fear. She turned to Alex. "By the way, you look very nice. Those slacks have always been favorites of mine." "Mine, too," he said without conviction. Compared to how her insides felt, he acted far too relaxed. "Aren't you the least bit apprehensive about this? I feel like chewing on a fingernail, but yours are already gnawed down to the cuticle." "Of course I'm nervous, but I'm not going to make myself sick over it." He stuck one of her long fingernails in her face. "Here! Chew on this if it will make you feel better." His puns grew tiresome. "Honestly.…" She caught sight of her brother and elbowed Alex in the side. "Oh, there he is. There he is!" Alex craned his neck. "Where?" "Brown shirt...just getting on the escalator." Her heart warmed at the sight of her brother.
