Ficlet 3/20: Delayed Departure
Claim: Buffy & Giles
Prompt: Stranded
Word Count: 181
Giles paced in front of the terminal windows. In the last ten minutes the clouds had turned much more ominous. With little hope he glanced up at the departure board and scowled as he watched all the departure times rollover to “CANCELLED”. He sighed and picked up his carry on bag and headed for the ground transport hoping he would have more luck in getting a hotel room. For once he was grateful for his height as his long legs allowed him to reach the counter just before the goggle of other stranded travelers. A rather pleasant young woman smiled at him as she confirmed his room for the night. His eyebrow raised as he scanned the directions she had handed him. Flattered, he smiled and shook his head regretfully.
Eyeing the tea bags distastefully, he nevertheless started some water boiling in the tiny coffee pot. With a final glance at the young woman’s name and phone number he threw the crumpled paper away and pulled out his cellphone.
“Hello, Buffy. I’ll be a little late arriving. I’ve been snowed in.”
Prompt: Stranded
Word Count: 181
Giles paced in front of the terminal windows. In the last ten minutes the clouds had turned much more ominous. With little hope he glanced up at the departure board and scowled as he watched all the departure times rollover to “CANCELLED”. He sighed and picked up his carry on bag and headed for the ground transport hoping he would have more luck in getting a hotel room. For once he was grateful for his height as his long legs allowed him to reach the counter just before the goggle of other stranded travelers. A rather pleasant young woman smiled at him as she confirmed his room for the night. His eyebrow raised as he scanned the directions she had handed him. Flattered, he smiled and shook his head regretfully.
Eyeing the tea bags distastefully, he nevertheless started some water boiling in the tiny coffee pot. With a final glance at the young woman’s name and phone number he threw the crumpled paper away and pulled out his cellphone.
“Hello, Buffy. I’ll be a little late arriving. I’ve been snowed in.”