The hum of the airport surrounded you, the distant chatter of travelers, the steady beeping of announcements, but all of it felt like background noise. Your heart was racing as you scanned the crowd, eyes flicking over every passing face, wondering if you'd be able to spot her among the sea of strangers.

Two years—two years of late-night conversations, shared laughs, and countless texts. And now, after all that time, you were finally here, waiting to meet Sasha in person.

Then, just as the crowd seemed to blur into a haze, you saw her.

Sasha. Her eyes locked onto yours instantly, and before you could even process it, she was running toward you. Her smile was as bright as you'd imagined, her arms outstretched, and you barely had time to react before she crashed into you.

Her arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, her warmth enveloping you, the kind of hug that felt like she had been waiting for this moment as long as you had.

“This is literally a dream come true,” she breathed against your chest, her voice trembling with excitement. Pulling back slightly, she cupped your face in her hands, looking at you with such intensity that it made your chest tighten. “And I was right—you’re so much hotter in person!”

Before you could even laugh or respond, she kissed your cheek softly, her lips lingering for a moment as if to savor the closeness. The softness of her touch, the way she fit perfectly against you—it was everything you’d imagined and more.

It felt surreal. This was real. This was her, standing in front of you. And everything—every second of waiting, of talking late into the night, of wondering if this day would ever come—was worth it.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you think so.” You pulled her closer, your arms wrapping around her once again. "You’re even more beautiful than I imagined."