poppy watched as dylan demand to the ticket lady that they’d be put on another plane. she balanced both hers, and his, bags in her arms and sighed, looking around the airport at all the annoyed and tired faces. all the planes in the air got called down due to wind conditions. she overheard someone saying that they were all grounded for at least the night and the nineteen year old hoped that wasn’t true. her eyes fell back over to dylan when he started to walk back over to her.
Fucking Idaho was the last place in the world he wanted to be stuck at. After talking (sorta) with the lady at one of the desks - he wandered back over to Poppy. "We're stuck here until tomorrow. But we got a voucher for one of the food places cause I kept yelling." He said, lifting it between his fingers and taking one of his bags. "Lets go find somewhere to sit. In a food place. I need a drink." Dylan rolled his eyes. "Are you 21?"