"Come on," Olivia said, as the sliding glass doors hissed open, letting in a rush of cooler air from the pick-up lane outside the terminal.
Travellers spilt past them with hurried steps and luggage trailing behind, a blur of chatter and rolling wheels filling the space.
Hori strode ahead, her carry-on bouncing slightly behind her, impatience already painted on her face.
She twisted back over her shoulder, cupping a hand near her mouth.
"Izan! Move it, will you?"
But Izan barely heard her.
He was still glued to the glow of his phone screen, standing stubbornly at the edge of the exit as the world filtered past him while his thumb scrolled, paused, scrolled again and then stopped.
A hand tugged at his elbow.
Olivia.
"Come on," she said firmly, dragging him forward a few steps before he reluctantly shoved the phone into his pocket.
