We got in line according to our seat number and waited to be checked in. Connor was first in the line and there were several people in front of him. I could tell this wait would be a long one. The line was stuck at a standstill and we couldn’t just move to the second step because we had to check our luggage in. The only carry on I would have was the lunch bag Maitane had prepared for me and Connor. The line started to move a bit faster. Since we were a group, we could clear the line much faster than individual people could. There was just the quick check over the tickets from everyone in the group then our luggage. Ms. Ross had to pay extra for her multiple suitcases, but other than that we got out of the line and headed to security within twenty minutes.
Security would end up being a bit slower. There was already one guy who was being escorted out by police for most likely carrying a weapon. What has happened to people these days? From the security station, I could see all the shops and cafés along with a few restaurants. I was getting excited. I promised Maitane I would bring her something and maybe I could find it here at this airport. Security was moving slowly. The group kept inching forward until we finally got to the front. We handed the guards our tickets all at once, and then showed them our IDs and our passports. They stamped the passports and checked over our IDs to make sure we were who our IDs said we were. They checked the lunch bags that Connor and I were given. They didn’t find anything wrong except for the silverware. I took the silverware out and tossed them into the trash. They weren’t passed down throughout the generations like the others were so I just tossed them out.
Finally making it through security, I checked the time. We had about another three hours to blow before our plane departed for London. Connor, Raven, and Jez gathered around a map of the airport. I quickly joined them with Liam. We checked the map and decided to get something to drink at a nearby café. The café was surprisingly extravagant to be in an airport. It was a Cuban café and their coffee smelled extraordinarily good. I was trying to make up my mind about what to get when I heard Connor ask for a sample of the coffee. The lady behind the counter did not hesitate to hand all five of us a sample. I tried it and it was fantastic! I would have to say it was one of the best I have had. It was a bit strong and a tad bitter, but it was just the right blend once I added some sugar and cream. The others seemed to like it as well. I ordered a large cup of the Cuban coffee for each of us and gladly paid the bill. Connor tried to get me to let him pay for at least half, but I refused to let him help. After all, he has helped me plenty of times and I owed him. He shook his head at me and smirked. He was definitely something else.
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