The airport was as busy as ever.
People were hurrying through with suitcases in hand, some in absolute silence, others murmuring between giggles or stifled yawns. Children tugged on their parents' sleeves, announcements blared from the loudspeakers in that robotic, impersonal voice. The smell of fresh coffee mixed with expensive perfume and the sound of suitcase wheels turning on the waxed floor.
In the middle of it all, there they were: Vergil and Sapphire.
Vergil wore a black overcoat, impeccable as always, with a pair of sunglasses that concealed more than they revealed. His posture was elegant but casual. His attentive eyes scanned his surroundings calmly, although they carried that eternal air of someone who has seen everything the world has to offer.
'Wondering why she wanted to take a commercial flight... when she has a private jet, she has teleportation magic, she has all the tools she needs to get around quickly...' Vergil thought as he turned to face her.
