Knocking at a glass wall

Breathless, he finds himself knocking at a glass wall in front of him. The wall separating him from his plane back home, which he can see right in front of him. He ran here, to gate B10, from A22, already knowing that there was no chance of catching that last flight back home this Friday night. He tried anyways, and arriving at the correct gate after mistakenly being waiting at the wrong side of the Copenhagen airport, the sad reality of not making it home stared him right in the face represented by a deserted boarding desk. Now he knocks at the aiport’s window, trying to get the pilot’s or ground personnel’s attention. The gate is closed already, but if these people would see him and realize his demise, this might turn the tide. The woman operating the boarding bridge turns around, seeing him. Then looks back at a control board which she operates, sealong his fate by removing the bridge from the airplane. She reaches for a wall mount phone, nodding, putting the phone between her cheek and shoulder to operate the bridge. She looks back at him.