Ken stood in the arrival hall, staring down at his watch and tapping his foot.
He'd been there for ten minutes which wasn't what he'd planned.
He looked up at the people emerging with their baggage and still couldn't find who he was looking for.
He sighed tiredly and turned to leave; it was eleven at night, and he was sleepy and tired from work and needed to sleep.
He was just about to leave the arrival hall when he heard someone calling his name from behind.
He turned and frowned, the initial enthusiasm of seeing the person had now been replaced with irritation.
"What took you so long? You're the last person to leave the plane?" Ken asked.
"Not even a welcome home buddy?" Viktor was disappointed.
Ken scoffed, took Viktor's bag from him, and started walking off, "You wasted my time," He said.
