Clarke sighed as she read the flight board. New York? California? London? No, not London. She didn't have her passport.
Clarke sat by the window, unable to chose a flight. Instead, she watched other flights take off, watched people hug their loved ones goodbye and hello.
"Waiting for someone?" A deep voice asked.
Clarke turned in her chair to see a broad man with a brown pony tail eyeing her. "No," she sighed. "No, I'm not. I was trying to decide where to go."
"I'm Roan," he introduced. "Well, have you been to Vegas?" He chuckled.
"I'm Clarke, and yes. I've been to every state," she sighed.
"Which one was your favorite?" He asked.
Clarke's shoulders dropped. "This one."
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Postcard Princess
RomanceBellamy has never met the blonde girl in all of the postcards that covered the walls of his job. But, damn if she wasn't beautiful. Clarke had left her hometown years ago. She packed her bags, jumped into her car, and never looked back. But, now sh...
