Like No Other

OCTOBER 6, 2010

October 6, 2010
Daily Sagittarius Horoscope
Jupiter is ruling in your favor this season Sag.
In fact a lot of what you wanted for yourself is
happening. Just remember to remain humble.
A new opportunity is coming you way and
how you handle the win will determine how
many more you have.

Trey woke up with bloodshot eyes, groggy and complacent. His mood, his dog tire, make her wonder just how long he'd been awake throwing up the night before. Emma had a reason to be sleepy, she'd gone swimming and then washed her hair that night. Trey must have been in that bathroom a while.

She glared at him while he stood and grabbed the duffle's from the overhead bin, wiping his hand in his eye to ward away sleep. He would, she vowed, tell her what was wrong with him one way or another. The finality in her mind made her stand abruptly.

They shuffled past the cheeky flight attendants and down the tube to the airport like snails with their hands linked like they always were when they walked together... always.

"Trey I don't wanna take a cab we're gonna have to wait like an hour for an available one. I'ma call Farrah when we get to baggage claim. She'll come get us," Emma suggested while she rummaged through her bag for her phone that she hadn't even bothered to turn on once the flight landed. She'd been poised for sleep or headed to it when the announcement of their arrival in Atlanta airspace came on.

"Don't worry about it my brother should be out there somewhere."

They went to the conveyer belt and stood side by side, each groggy and irritable at that point while they waited for their things. Emma wished she would have warn more comfortable shoes and a jacket or something. The air in the Atlanta airport was cold and her feet didn't ache but they certainly weren't comfortable either. But boy were the heels worth it. So sexy...

Trey dragged their bags off the belt in the throng of people and handed them to Emma to watch... since they were Gucci and they were in Atlanta. Trey made to wave down one of the gentlemen that checked bags and loaded them away for people when Emma assured him that the two of them could carry their own bags. She pushed her purse onto her shoulder and grabbed the two smaller duffle's and followed Trey to the closest set of doors out to the terminal.

"Does he know which terminal?" she asked Trey when they'd moved out of the busy doorway and into a calmer spot to put their things down. She had her hand cupped over her eyes since she hadn't donned her shades and she was looking in both directions for a familiar face. Trey's presence behind her made her glance back at him while he toyed with his phone. "I don't even know what I'm looking for what kind of car does he drive?"

Trey was putting his phone to his ear, his eyebrows raised like he wanted her to repeat the question because he hadn't been listening when he spotted Jeremiah over her shoulder. Trey hung up the phone. "There he is," he murmured and while he stifled a yawn. It was the middle of the day the temperature was a chilly cool breeze that signified that the fall was there and this would be the hottest portion of the day before it got cold again. Emma wanted to be home before that happened. Still, the time did not stop the two of them from being dog tired and prepared to go to sleep until they couldn't stand it. Neither of them had kept decent hours the night and day before and it was starting to show. Why they hadn't even gotten in from the previous night's concerts and gambling until well after midnight. Emma surmised while they waited for Jeremiah to pull his car up closer to them in the throng of automobiles and people outside the north terminal that between the two of them, they probably got seven hours of sleep combined.

Jeremiah drove a BMW of some make. Emma grunted while she hugged him. Of course he would drive something like that, being that he was single lawyer and all that jazz. It was four door and white, large and sleek. He parked and hopped out with a smile. The greetings were sweet. He asked them if they enjoyed themselves, helped Trey put their things in the trunk, made some comment about how lovely Emma's smile was and received a direct cut down from Trey immediately as all of them had expected, and then yielded out into the ongoing traffic back to interstate 75.