The atmosphere in the airport's international departure lobby that morning was bustling and crowded.
The comings and goings of prospective passengers dragging their suitcases mingled with the echoes of flight announcements blaring from the loudspeakers on the ceiling.
Celine stood near the row of check-in counters.
However, her calm was slightly disturbed by the antics of a tall man beside her who hadn't been able to sit still for the past hour.
Erick moved nimbly around the luggage carts, repeatedly lifting and lowering the handle of Celine's large suitcase while occasionally making little jumps like a child getting ready for a picnic. His loose denim jacket swayed with his playful gestures, which stood in stark contrast to the airport's formal atmosphere.
