Chapter Twenty: Operation Clausewitz
“Jonas!” Clarissa called out to the young man. She vaguely remembered his handsome face at the start of that fateful night. He was distracted, on his phone, passing the time at the pickup zone in the airport. “You’re Jonas, right?!” she asked as Alex got out and waved at him.
Jonas grabbed his bag and put his phone away. “Yeah, that’s me. Don’t say my name; you’ll wear it out,” he joked as he went up to Alex. “You’re Alexandra?”
Smiling, Alex nodded. “Just Alex. Nice to meet you, Jonas. This is C- ...my friend, Clarissa,” she introduced, trying to get over the awkwardness of their sudden turn of fortune.
Jonas, oblivious to that and so much more, gave her a smile and a wave, to which Clarissa confidently shook her head upwards at him in the universal “sup” greeting.
The two, new siblings were both very polite to each other and shook hands.