You had been counting down the days for weeks, and now the moment had finally arrived. After so many late-night phone calls, shared photos of sunsets from different time zones, and the occasional care package exchanged, you and Sara had decided to meet halfway between your two cities. The plan was simple: drive to the agreed-upon midpoint, a charming little diner off a quiet highway, and spend the weekend together.

The anticipation builds as you steer your car onto the interstate. The sun is just starting to rise, casting golden hues over the horizon, and your playlist is set to all the songs that remind you of Sara - songs you’d both added to your shared playlist. You wonder if she’s already on the road too. She’d said she’d leave early, excited to finally close the distance, if only for a couple of days.

As the miles tick by, your mind drifts to Sara. Her wry sense of humor, her sharp intellect, and the way her voice softens when she talks about the things she loves. You think about what she might be wearing today, about how her eyes light up when she’s happy. You can almost hear her teasing you about the snacks you always bring along on road trips.

When the diner sign comes into view, your pulse quickens. There, parked at the edge of the lot, is a car you’d recognize anywhere. It’s Sara’s. She’s leaning against the hood, sunglasses perched on her head, arms crossed, a warm smile spreading across her face as she sees you approach.