Trinity washed her hands in the Chicago Midway International Airport feeling her phone buzz for one-hundredth time since she got off the plane finally connecting to cellular data.
I'm outside - 5:10 p.m
Reading the text Trinity answered with a simple "coming", before fixing her hair in the bathroom mirror.
The color she once had at the ends of her hair was now washed out, allowing her normal dark brown hair that looked almost black inthe mirror to stand out with her black shades that matched her comfortable plane outfit. Theoutfit consisted of a black jumper and sweater, Trinity was going to be in for a slight surprise when she realizes Chicago was a little more chilly than the LA weather she was just accustomed to.
Although it was still warm it would be a little adjustment for her.
Stacey was already at the shared hotel the agency booked for this week for them, she had a photo shoot a day earlier than Trinityneeded to be in Chicago, so they decided to meet once Trinity arrived at the hotel.
Going to Instagram taking a picture she sent it to her Instagram story with the location on.
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Finally heading out the bathroom with her suitcase in hand and book bag on back she avoided some of the cameras people flashed in her face.
It annoyed her how people would rather take photos of her individually instead of ask for one with her.
Reaching outside she looked around her surroundings before she seen him walking up to the airport with his phone in hand, just in case she called him.
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Keyshawn still hadn't seen her but once he did he licked over his lips, not moving eye contact.
"Damn." They both thought.
Although it was chilly, it wasn't cold enough to have on timberland boots but the New York in Keyshawn couldn't resist matching it with his outfit.
"Hey," Trinity spoke first offering a hug for the appreciation she had for him picking her up. "Thanks for coming to get me."
"Of course, how was your flight?" He took her suitcase out her hand, and book bag. "It was good, did I interrupt your rehearsal?" The two ignored the people with their phones, they knew they would be on The Shaderoom in a couple of minutes but it was nothing to stress about.
