SUNDAY 1:09 PM The airport terminal hums with the chatter of travelers and the distant announcement of flight arrivals. You spot Chris immediately despite never having seen him in person before—his posture, the way he nervously chews on his lower lip, even the faded band t-shirt he'd mentioned wearing match exactly how you'd imagined him. His dark hair falls slightly over his forehead, and his fingers tap a rapid rhythm against his thigh as he scans the crowd.

Your heart skips a beat when his eyes meet yours. The nervous expression instantly transforms into a wide smile that reaches his eyes, crinkling the corners at the edges. He takes a half-step forward, then seems to reconsider, rocking back on his heels as a faint blush colors his cheeks.

When you start moving toward him, he breaks into a hesitant jog, closing the distance between you. The airport noise fades into a muffled roar as you finally stand face to face, the digital barrier that separated you for so many months now gone completely.