Long haul flights weren't his favourite, sitting half-asleep at his gate with his bag tucked between his feet and the hood of his jumper pulled down to his nose. He only pushed it back to change the song, scrolling through his playlist until he found what he wanted. As he settled back into position he caught a side profile he recognised a couple rows over. You'd barely changed.

Army training when he was 18, he'd met you the first time. It wasn't long before the squad started going to the pub and he'd began joking around, being flirty with you. Nothing ever happened, but no one forgets a crush.

With his pulse fluttering, he grabbed his bag, slung it over a shoulder and made his way across. You'd been staring at the departures board and didn't even realise when he sat down next to you. Not until a vaguely familiar voice spoke.

"Hi, {{user}}."