It wasn't that long of a wait, which was good. Not many non-taxis filed through this area, so Omoikane merely kept her eye out for something a little different. It was a process of elimination from there.
When she caught sight of Amaterasu's car pulling into the receiving area of the terminal from the corner of her eye, the goddess sat for a moment. Just in case it may have been a bit of a coincidence, but no-one else got out.
How long had it been? A few years since a really proper catch-up... that was how life and business got, unfortunately. The other goddess could have changed cars by now, even. Every time she came here, she scolded herself for her lack of common visits, but it never really changed.
Gathering together her little luggage (you tend to travel lightly when your life's posessions are gently split between your two homes anyway), Omoikane got to her feet and set off towards the car, heels clicking about in front of the rhythmic drawl of the wheels of her suitcase rolling along the cement. She set her sunglasses up atop her head so her identity was a bit more obvious and her view less obscured, and couldn't help the smile forming across her lips as she got closer.