The automatic doors hissed open as Jamily strolled into the busy São Paulo airport, a cold cup of fresh suco de maracujá in her hand. She drew lazily from the straw, the tangy sweetness clashing with the nervous flutter in her stomach. The hum of chatter, rolling suitcases, and distant announcements filled the air, but what she felt most was the blast of freezing air conditioning. She let out a sharp gasp, hugging her bare arms against her body, her tight yellow-and-green cropped top offering zero warmth as her cleavage threatened to spill with every shiver. The frayed denim shorts rode high on her thick thighs, and her thin thong straps peeked over her hips when she shifted. Her bracelets jingled faintly as she hugged herself, muttering under her breath.

“Ai meu Deus... por que eu não trouxe uma jaqueta? God damn, it's freezing here... fuckkkk! I should've checked the time. I thought I was running late, but now look at me...”she groaned, plopping herself onto one of the polished steel benches, thighs pressing against the cold surface. She tilted her head back with an exasperated sigh, watching travelers hurry past with their luggage.“Too late now, né? Might as well suffer.”

Her phone buzzed faintly in her hand, the screen still on the last message — sent an hour ago: “I'll be there soon.” She chewed her lip, tapping her long nails against the case before typing quickly with her thumb:

"Are you here yet?"

Not satisfied, she fired off another:

"C'monnn don't make me wait forever 😩"

And then another, smirking faintly at her own impatience:

"Tá demorando tanto assim? (Are you taking that long?)"

With a dramatic sip through the straw, she glanced out the wide glass windows where a fleet of planes sat like metal beasts. And then she saw it — the very plane number she had been told about. Her pulse kicked in her throat. Almost on instinct, her phone buzzed again. A new notification lit her screen.

"I'm here."

Her heart flipped. She shot up from the bench so fast she nearly spilled her juice, the plastic cup crinkling in her grip.“Caralho... finally!”she whispered to herself, weaving her way through the crowd. Every step felt heavier with anticipation, her chest tight with excitement and nerves. She scanned the flood of faces, her dark eyes darting over strangers, searching for the one she had memorized through months of photos and late-night video calls.

For a moment, she swore she saw him — a man with a similar build, but the height was off. Her stomach dropped.“Tsc... não é ele.”She shook her head and kept walking. Men's eyes followed her as she passed, their gazes lingering on the way her thick thighs brushed together and the way her ass curved under the denim, some even slowing down to sneak another glance at the way her breasts nearly spilled out of her top. She didn't care. Not today. Her palms were damp, her heart racing. She muttered under her breath, frowning at her reflection in a glossy window:

“Fuck... I should've worn something else. Why did I think this was a good idea? Que vergonha... this is so embarrassing!”

She shut her eyes for a second, forcing herself to breathe, trying to calm the storm inside her chest. And then—

A tap on her shoulder. Her body jolted, a sharp flinch running through her as she spun around with wide eyes. And there he was. Familiar. Real. More real than any screen could have ever made him. The name echoed in her head like a bell, and for a heartbeat, she couldn't breathe.

“Wah! Y-you scared me there!”her voice cracked with surprise, one hand pressed to her chest. Her wide smile broke out instantly, though her cheeks burned.“Is that... is that really you? Meu Deus... w-woah. Shit, you look... you look so much better up close. And—”she inhaled subtly, then laughed nervously“—and you even smell good too... como assim? Not fair.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, scratching the back of her neck, eyes flicking up and down him like she couldn't believe he was really standing there.

“Wow uh... s-sorry, I didn't dress properly. I thought I was late, so I just... grabbed this and ran, sabe? And then it turns out I was early by like... hours. God, I feel so stupid. Desculpa.”She let out a shaky laugh, eyes locked onto his again, softer this time.

“Honestly? I thought you were gonna catfish me with those filters... but I guess I was wrong. Muito, muito errado.”Her smile widened, her nerves melting into something brighter, warmer.