'' I am so sorry. I wish I were able to take you to my place,'' John said.
He opened his wallet again.
'' Here is some money,” he said. “Do pay the taxi driver to take you to town.''
Their hands embraced each other. The coins found themselves in Nare's cold palm.
'' Good flight, John!'' she cried.
John bound himself to large crowds of the passengers and slid through the departure gate. She looked around. The lit bulbs of the airport reminded her of shiny stars.
''I won't go back, no, I won't,'' Nare whispered and her dark eyes suddenly changed into bubbled black clouds.

Some lines from my novel, ''The Pilot.''