Texts from Tomorrow — Episode 7

From a distance, I spotted Liam, and next to him, Mia, wearing a little floral sundress. Bree, you're here! Liam said the more the merrier, so he invited me along. You don't mind, I don't mind. Let's go check in. At the self-service kiosk, Liam pulled out his ID and printed two boarding passes.

One for him, one for Mia. I stood to the side, watching the screen flash. No booking information found for this passenger. I turned to Liam.

Where's my ticket? Mia, I told you the day before yesterday to send Bree's info to the travel agent and book all three together you didn't oh so now it's my fault liam i told you brie always books first class when she travels i didn't want to overstep and put her in economy without asking

what nonsense liam snapped at mia then turned to me with that helpless look plastered across his face brie we're about to go through security now and canceling the tickets would cost way too much in fees tell you what look up the next flight to the mountains on your phone right now and grab a ticket me and i will fly ahead get to the hotel and have the room ready for you sound good watching

his performance i found it so absurd that i didn't even have the energy to be angry