An untimely surprise, a so-called act of god to cancel the flights, an invisible cloud of frustration was added into the regular hassle of the airport. The arrivals felt lucky, while the opposite was true for those who awaited at the gates in hopes of a safe and quick air travel. Locals and visitors alike however, everyone seemed to be surprised by the sudden change in weather, puzzled to witness how the day’s heat turned into a chilling breeze in the evening that glazed the surroundings without a roof atop. An unforeseen phenomena to cause many inconveniences across crowds of disappointed passengers, ranging from mild to major. Certainly, enough to wear down the helpful airport personal and disturb the forced smile they were obliged to wear. Even they seemed to have been caught off guard by the silvery storm that grounded the planes.<br/><br/>Opting to turn her back on the chaotic hustle at the terminal, an irritated pair of green eyes glanced through the large windows, her gaze failing to pierce through the mist of rain to find the runway. In contrast to her blank stare, her sense of hearing was focused on the voice on her phone. “I’m telling you Karl, the man jinxed me.” It had been a long conversation, speaking the details of her last meeting with her manager, or rather her displeasure of it. “That awfully fat producer, of course.” Heather continued. She had come to Dallas to discuss a potential job, appearing in an advertisement campaign. “Oh, don’t laugh.” The product in question was a new brand of perfume for men. “Yeah, I suppose it could have been funny, if it wasn’t me that is.” In a rather cliché setting, she was asked to play the part of a mesmerized cowgirl who was captivated by the product’s supposed attraction, which she had ended up turning down.<br/><br/>In the meantime, while the woman was busy venting her accumulated frustration on her manager, the aimless crowd behind her had begun to thin out. After all, there wasn’t much they could do, but to accept their fate and seek accommodation, whether it was an uncomfortable bench at the terminal or a soft bed in a hotel. “A hat? Oh, shut up…” Giving out a small chuckle, she turned back to glance around the building. Thankfully, while most people needed to work out what to do next themselves, she had people to arrange things for her, to make the necessary calls. “Tomorrow, I hope... Whatever… Where will I stay?” She gave an ear to what he had to say, listening to his manager’s instructions, from the name of the hotel to the way of transport. “It’s ok. Thank you.” Putting one hand on the handle of her cabin luggage, she ended the call to make her way outside the airport.<br/><br/>Like whenever she had to travel, this time too Heather went with comfort rather than elegancy in terms of what she wore. Thus, a comfortable pair of pants hugged her gentle hips, while a messy bun kept her brown hair from swaying. On top, she wore a blouse, grey in colour like her pants, only darker, and not as close-fitting. Following the signs, the woman strode across the terminal. Behind her, the wheeled luggage followed the lead of its owner’s well-defined hips. Once outside, a cold breeze instantly blew into her slim form, chilling her to the bone, making her rush towards the relevant van already waiting outside. Shivering still, it didn’t take long for her luggage to occupy a spot in the trunk, and her coy bum to rest in a seat within the vehicle. Yet unaware of the second surprise of the day, that she would be sharing the same suite with a bunch of strangers,<a class="link link--external" href="https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/a24cb88c-d505-439f-ba8f-f0ff4e2ac7e5/d5iplqe-c5f1dc8c-31d9-47de-8005-258c6a80d1b6.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvYTI0Y2I4OGMtZDUwNS00MzlmLWJhOGYtZjBmZjRlMmFjN2U1XC9kNWlwbHFlLWM1ZjFkYzhjLTMxZDktNDdkZS04MDA1LTI1OGM2YTgwZDFiNi5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.Dn_Gar_ZX0xgCpTol8QeR31TQj4p5LviE-W2HpFEhBo" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Heather</a>eyed the driver. “Sorry, when are we leaving?” Still shivering, she asked, although not being in a hurry.