Isabel
-Call me

He looked at the card, thinking back to Roy’s comment. He didn’t ask for the attention that the redhead so desperately wanted, nor did he really even welcome it. But from time to time, it was nice. Made him feel human, a part of the world that for so long had treated him like dirt.
He stepped off the plane, punching in her number as he waited for his bag. Roy, having packed nothing, was already on the way to the hotel to meet up with Kori, no doubt with sex and sleep in mind. He paused, his thumb over the send button, when he saw her across the airport, stewardess bag in hand. He sent the text.

Terminal Eight bar, back booth. Got a nasty case of jetlag, so I’ll be there until late.
-Jay

He grabbed his bag, tucking his phone into his suit pocket. Roy and Kori could wait.