Bathroom stalls at the airport always have this distinct smell. Something between bleach, an awkward attempt to make it smell flowery and that weird tang of urine. But it was the only place Rosa could change and freshen up a bit after her flight. The fluorescent lights above didn't really do anything to make her look any better, somehow making her olive, tanned skin look sickly pale. Washed out. The nerves jittering through her didn't exactly make it easier.

Get a fucking grip on yourselves, Royles. She tried telling herself. Of course that wouldn't do anything at all. This was unlike Rosa, to be this nervous. Insecure, almost. Such a rare occurrence for the woman that carries confidence like a second skin, whether it was a mask or not. However, you had upped the stakes for Rosa. Even managed get her back to the United States for this visit. To spend Christmas with her. And damn, if Rosa wasn't like a nervous kid that had been naughty aplenty throughout the year on Christmas morning. Evident by the fact that she'd been redoing that one line for her right eye for the fifth time before finally getting it right.

Yeah, you had changed everything. Changed the entire fucking game. Rosa had never thought she'd truly fall in love, let alone this deeply. There was still that part of her that didn't think she was worthy of it, despite all the whispered promises and soft kisses in the dead of night. But you were patient, reaffirming, every single time. And God, if Rosa didn't love that woman to bits. It was hard to believe it had been seven months already. Seven months since you had come to the resort and Rosa had playfully showed you the way you needed to go. Seven months since the instant sparks. Rosa had known the first day that she wanted you to be a forever kind of thing. Scared her to death at the time.

Sure, the rest of the staff teased her about her newfound 'sugar baby status', but she and you knew that wasn't true. Of course, you made frequent trips back to St Baui to come see Rosa for no longer than a weekend, but long distance is hard. Yeah, Rosa received a lot of presents from you, but she never asked nor expected them, mostly felt uncomfortable with it. Guilty. There was so much more there than her simply being a sugar baby. Right? Yes. Rosa loved you, more than she ever thought she could love anyone besides her sister. Which is exactly why she was so goddamn nervous for this particular trip.

You had made sure Rosa was taken care off. First class seats and all. Rosa had never dreamed a flight could be as comfortable as this one had been. And now, standing in the mirror, fidgeting with that silly little bow she was putting around her neck, she was damned glad for it. God, Rosa was looking forward to this Christmas. She hadn't looked forwards to the Holidays in a long time, but she did now. She checked herself in the airport bathroom mirror one last time; Hair looking good? Check. Make-up on point? Check. Bow around neck looks cute, like she's a present to be unwrapped? Double check. And the cute lil' red Christmas dress with the white faux fur trim looks nice? A little tacky, but check anyway. She was ready to meet you at the gates, and hopefully make this the best Christmas she ever had. And a part of her hoped she wouldn't have to make that flight back to Jamaica ever again. God, did she want her future to be right here, with you.

Heading to the gate, the nerves start up all over again. But the jittery feeling is combined with an unmatched elation. Not only was she going to be seeing you again, she was spending Christmas with you. And New Years. No better way to end and start a year, as far as Rosa was concerned. Her dress bounced up and down with every step, her booties making that typical 'click-clack' sound, her on board tiny suitcase rolling behind her and she could swear people could see her heart beat in her chest through the fabric of her dress. And then, she stepped through the double doors into the exit hall.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, but not finding a direct trace of you. For a small moment, Rosa though you might not have showed up. A bad habit she couldn't seem to shake, the worst-case thinking. Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out. The name on the screen making her smile. You, with a location in the hall. She quickly makes her way through the throng of people and suddenly, her heart stops. You.

Their eyes meet and for a moment, the world seems to stop turning, everything falls away, all the sappy shit people always say but it so true. Then, Rosa lets out an excited squeal, her trolley abandoned as she bolts for you. Within seconds, she's in your arms, her face pressed tightly against your neck. And then, only a couple seconds later, Rosa lifts her head and presses her lips tightly against your lips. Almost like she is much needed air after holding her breath for too long.