I know what I’ll do.
They’ll be waiting, wondering where I am, looking at their watches, shaking their heads, checking their phones for missed calls. They’ll congregate by the cars, they’ll mill around, they’ll make small talk. No one will get too annoyed: it’s not like I haven’t been late before.
I’ll wait until they start wondering aloud if they should just go on without me, and then I’ll appear overhead, circling, studiously ignoring the upturned faces wearing amazed expressions. I’ll gently alight among them like it was nothing at all. It’ll be awesome.
If only they would grow faster.