I bite my nails painfully short, my nerves getting the best of me. Pacing back and forth across the busy terminal, I find myself constantly checking the flight board in case I might have somehow missed that her flight was delayed or even canceled. The terminal buzzes with chaotic energy as parents hustle around me, pulling large suitcases, crying children in tow while others rapidly talk on phones while agitatedly checking their watches. A few people in their twenties wait for their flights while on their phones, laptops, and tablets, others try to sleep using their luggage as pillows. I pull my phone from my pocket, checking the time for the fifth time, "How much longer? What's taking so long?" Seokjin gives me another exasperated look and points at the seat next to him, "Sit down already. You're making me nervous. You know how long deboarding can take sometimes." I sit down next to Seokjin, knees bouncing with anxiety. Finally, as if they were the pearly gates of Heaven themselves, the terminal door opens. Slender legs in a short black leather skirt and red-bottom stilettos, long curled honey-blonde hair flowing behind her, and big dark glasses perched on her perfectly straight nose, she struts out of the doorway, purple suitcase in tow, like a force that owns the place. She's even more beautiful than I remembered.

"Jenn. . ."