If he'd let anyone catch wind of where he was headed now, or who he was off to meet -- especially any of his siblings -- Cody would've been met with a wall of over-protectiveness too. He was the baby of the family, after all, and all five of them seemed to think it was their own mission to interfere with his life. Well sorry, folks, but he was twenty years old. He'd take his own chances, make his own mistakes.
But this hadn't really felt like a mistake. Cody had enjoyed some fantastically fun comment-wars with Emma over the journals, and he was eager to meet her. Also somewhere in the farthestmost reaches of his mind was the idea that yes, she'd said that she'd maybe consider dating him if they lived closer. But he really didn't want to think about that. He didn't want it to come from his mouth awkwardly and out of place. Instead, it was the opportunity to meet a friend face to face. Nothing wrong with that, right?
Right. So she had a bit of a layover. He didn't know how long she'd be staying, or what they could do. All he had was her flight number, and an idea of what she looked like in his head. Cody parked his car and strolled to the baggage claim assigned to that flight, standing a bit stupidly near the carousel, looking around.