I darted up the stairs, skidding to a stop in front of the ticket desk, the bag I had slung over my shoulder swinging wide to hit the desk with a loud thunk that seemed to echo around the semi-quiet room. "H-Hey!" I managed, trying to catch my breath. I shoved my hand into my pocket, searching for my ticket. I flashed the receptionist, a woman with shoulder length black hair that curled inwards towards her. "I ne--nee...sorry." I took a breath as she raised a cool eyebrow at me. "I need to exchange my ticket." I placed the slightly crumpled form on the counter. "I believe my agent called to explain the situation?"
Her eyes flicked up and down taking in my appearance and apparently choosing to weigh and judge me for every little wrinkle in my clothing in the process before she deigned to respond to me. "Only two carry-on's are allowed on the plane at a time." She stated in a voice dripping with ice.
I glanced to the four bags I had slung about my person. "Right. Right. I'll consolidate I promise." I assured her. Slipping my smallest duffle off my shoulder. "But, the ticket?"
She continued to eye me before slowly, acting like I was making her touch acid, pulled the paper towards her. "You crumpled it." She frowned.
"It was just in my pocket, I'm sure it reads just fine." I said only managing to keep my smile in place. What was her deal?
-Inspiration from a dream I had from my nap today.
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