He sat against the wall and watches. They must be catching an early morning flight. She goes into the restroom with a cosmetic bag and bottle of contact solution. He, with a computer bag over his shoulder, has already gone and returned with a cup of coffee when she comes out. Nothing for her, though, which seems strange. But when they come closer, he can see she’s been crying.

He shuffles after them a little ways behind. The man gets in line with her, and just before going through security, they kiss, clinging. She’s sobbing. His heart breaks for them.