The next day, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. Blinking groggily, I reached out to grab it from the nightstand. The screen displayed a familiar name: Melanie. My best friend from the States. Confusion and excitement mingled as I answered the call.
"Hey, what's up?" I said, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.
"Guess where I am!" Melanie's voice was bubbling with cheer.
"Where?," I asked.
"I'm at the airport in Wisteria City! Come pick me up!" She replied excitedly.
I bolted upright, now fully awake. "No way! You're here? Really?"
"Yes! Hurry up and get me!" she laughed.
I practically jumped out of bed, the thrill of seeing her fueling my every move. Melanie and I had been best friends since college, and even though she lived miles away, our bond had only grown stronger over the years. The idea of her being in my city was surreal.
