At the end of the corridor, you find a will call desk, and luckily they aren't too busy.
Reluctantly you approach the counter, and the man staring back at you has a creeped out look on his face.
Airline employee: Yes... S... S... Sir?
You think to yourself, "Oh fuck, this is horrible. How can Aiden make you do all of this? She has to know how humiliating it is.... Of course she does. That's why I'm here. I need to earn my trip."
You: Um yes, I need to pick up a ticket.
Airline Employee: Your name sir?
**After a back and forth exchange of information, you have your confirmation**
Airline employee: Are you checking you bag sir?
You: No, thank you. Do I get my ticket here, or...?
Airline employee: No, proceed down this walkway about a hundred yards, and H7 will be on your left. You ticket will be available at the check in station.
**You prompty thank him and hurry to H7, hoping that he was the only one to notice your "situation"**