In Moscow

JOJO'S POV

I'm wearing my favorite hoodie— I might’ve picked it from Jeremy’s closet— and am currently waiting hiding near the ticket counter at the airport when a finger taps my shoulder from behind.

“Hola!” a voice shouts, making me jump in fright.

“Jeez Kendrick!” Mallory whisper-yells at her and I turn to both of them.

“What are you two doing here?” I demand.

They were supposed to buy the tickets online and send me the numbers and I've been here, hiding around the counter waiting for the woman to call my name and also trying not to look too suspicious to the hundreds of cops crawling over every nook and cranny of the airport.

I feel like a freaking addict in the middle of a dope test.

“To deliver the tickets,” Kendrick says with a smile.

She's wearing a yellow puff jacket, a head warmer, a cashmere turtle sweater under the puff jacket, thick boyfriend jeans, snow boots, and mittens. All yellow.

And I'm gaping as I ask her, “What are you wearing?”

“Something warm.” She t