Meant to meet

I arrive at the airport, the realization only hitting me now that I was off to another continent to live there for a year or more.

I gave up my luggage and went trough baggage check. It was only about 8:12 now so I still had quite some time. I noticed as I was going through baggage check that there was a group of men with sunglasses and hats on, seemingly trying to hide their appearance. I just brushed it off, I mean that’s none of my business right?

The time seems to pass in slow motion as I wait for my flight. I eat some breakfast since I didn’t eat it at home because of all the excitement and goodbyes with Grace.

I was at the Starbucks at the airport just sitting by myself, drinking a vanilla Frappuccino since I didn’t like coffee and eating a cookie, just scrolling trough my phone, as those same men or boys..? Sit at the table next to me, I didn’t pay much mind to them until they mentioned they were going to LA as well.
“Yeah it’s gonna be so fun! I’m still jet lagged from Portugal though”
One says, I didn’t see who because of their ‘disguises’ but I looked through the reflection on my phone and saw the boy had long hair. I didn’t want to straight up stare at them because that’s weird, but I did want to see what they looked like. I just kept listening in to their conversation, it was intriguing. They came back from Portugal? And are going to LA? Who are these guys?! And how did they have the budget to do that?!

I finished my drink so I stood up to throw it away, making sure to take a glance at the group of boys next to me. I stood up and was about to take a step but tripped over someone’s leg.
“Fuck”
I curse to myself as I am now laying on the floor. How embarrassing.
“Oh I am so sorry! I didn’t realize I was blocking the way”
The same voice from before said from behind me as I sat up. ‘It was probably that long haired boy’ I think to myself.
“Are you ok?”
He asks grabbing my shoulder as I finally turn to face him. I take his help and stand up, a bit wobbly on my feet at first.
“Yeah fine thanks”

I analyze his face and features even though they were hidden.
“Are you sure? I mean that was quite a fall”
He says with a worried tone and I’m guessing a worried expression. As he says that I notice the other boys staring straight at me. Do I look like an alien to them or something?
“Yeah, I really am fine”
I chuckle and then try to figure out what this mysterious boy looks under his disguise.
“I-uhm could I ask why you’re in a disguise at an airport?”
I got the courage to ask him about his suspicious appearance.
“Oh that’s because of the crazy fans”
He says chuckling. Fans? I was now more confused than before but I guess you do you.
“Alright..bye then”
I walk away, a bit unstable on my feet at first.
“Yeah, bye! Sorry again!”

Weird. Wait. That’s when i realized something as I was reading the letter again. ‘Could they be famous?’ I think to myself. How was I this oblivious, seriously. Disguises, fans, going from Portugal to Berlin and then LA. It’s all making sense now! They must be some sort of famous people! Well I guess that’s nice.