Rolling her baggage behind her, the familiar sight of the green Camaro outside brought a smile on her face. Her tired and slouched step became almost bouncy as she passed through the scattered groups of families and loved ones reuniting after their trips. 

Loki simply leans to her for the signature peck and kiss he always gave her. Their noses simply nuzzling each other as he faintly smirks his scarred lips. Bending over, he takes her luggage and places it in the trunk of the car; then simply helping her into his car. They departed from the terminal, leaving the environment behind.

[TEXT]: Would you mind picking me up from the airport?

By the time Saren arrives to the entrance of Terminal 4, that familiar green Camaro was sitting there. The trickster, himself, was leaning on the edge of the hood. People were bundled up in hoodies and light jackets to keep themselves protecting from the chilly wind of the night. But him?

"I love you."

[TEXT]: Would you mind picking me up from the airport?