We stood behind them in the check-in line. She was tiny and very tanned and very blond and wearing pink sweats with her toned midriff bare and revealing some large letters in winding letters sprawled across her brown, flawless skin, which was completely unstretched and unmarked and perfect. Her nails were very long and acrylic and manicured (French!), she wore Ugg boots and called him “baby”. Her phone, which she kept looking at, was covered in rhinestone (Swarkovsky, I imagine) and her suitcase was pink while her purse was Vuitton with two big cherries on it.
He wore jeans and a tight shirt, revealing an enormous torso, rippling with muscle. He too was very tanned and had a lot of tattoos. He called her “Princess” and with his huge hands, he pulled her closer, easily cupping both of her tiny ass cheeks in his gi-normous hands. “Kiss me, princess”, he said and she replied: “Yes, baby” and kissed him. She talked to him in a tiny little voice. They kissed tenderly, not too inappropriately and he released her with a squeeze of her right ass cheek.
She got yet another ping from her phone and looked again at it. “Ohmigowd, baby, look at this panda”, she said, her baby-voice excited. He looked politely at her phone and then glared at his huge, black diver’s watch. The line went slowly forward. She applied more gloss on her pouty, full lips and looked at her nails. The long nail on her pinkie finger had a small charm pierced into it. As she turned to see how long the line behind her was, I got a good look at her doll face. Her eyelashes were thick, black and an inch long, her eyes wide and bluer than blue. She turned back towards him and pulled up his arm around her; got comfortable in the nook of his arm. She could barely reach around him. The line moved forward and soon it was their turn. They checked their bags and she smiled to the check in-person and with her baby-voice said: “Here you go”, as she handed over her passport.
“C’mon, Princess”, he said and took his arm around her as they walked towards security.
I never saw them again.
Walking towards our flight, I caught a glimpse of us as we passed a big window. Under my breath, I mumbled: “How the fuck are we even the same species?” Hubby smiled at me and asked: “Did you say something?”
I shook my head and said: “Nah, never mind… Baby.”
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