Find him

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"This fucking guy." Sean says. Slamming his horn, he was waiting at the airport. 

He had been in his defense a little late almost three hours. But he had been watching this app at home that was supposed to alert him to the plane arrival but he actually had it set to departures. And he realized that after it was almost too late. 

Well it was too late in some ways, he didn't see Jack. He did a few laps, and nothing. He couldn't park or they'd charge you, just pick-up and drop-off. 

He took another lap. "Fucking Jack." He said with a sigh. He was debating about what to do. He wanted to just go home, but he had a weird amount of energy. He wanted to drive around. He had half a tank of gas. Sometimes when he felt like this he'd just go to the store. 

He liked that it was always open, always someone there. Always a place to be. When he was kid he'd do this a lot. But instead he just drove from the airport the way he thought someone would walk. Straight to their house, granted there were a few parks so he couldn't drive in those, but he felt like he could find him.