Sean and Theresa Cassidy - Father and Daughter Yaaay!What:
Meeting Sean at the AirportWhen:
Monday - late afternoon, around duskWhere:
JFK Airport, and a little cafe near the InstituteRating:
The plane fight from Dublin to New York City was unpleasant in the best of circumstances. Flying coach, it was a fairly close approximation to Hell. But here he was, too many hours later, touching down on American soil. His Interpol credentials got him through Customs without too much hassle and as soon as he cleared security he kept a sharp eye and ear out for a red-haired lass of his acquaintance.
Hopefully, she did actually remember that he was coming in to see her. They had a fair bit to discuss. And even thinking that much about it spiked his blood pressure.
Terry couldn’t remember a time during which one would greet new arrivals just outside the gate. It was probably for the better, since she didn’t have a circumstance to compare it to. She stood, shifted her weight, found a place to sit, wandered the hall, bought a bottled tea, sat some more...she was told to arrive early, in case there were crowds. But in her experience, planes were always late to touch down, and this case was no exception.
She wasn't given any indication of what she was to look for. Not that she had forgotten what her father looked like, but she'd overlooked more obvious things before, and she had a lot on her mind. It was making her anxious. Hadn't she just years ago eagerly anticipated visits from her father. Had things changed really that much?
But, she supposed, when someone says 'we have things to discuss,' it was rarely a cordial visit. She took a hefty swig of her tea, and twisted the cap back on to place into her purse. Her father should be emerging from the sea of travelers any moment. She needed to have a free hand to help with his bags.( Family Bonding? Bickering? Let's hope there's not a screaming match. )