“There you are. Thought I lost you in the clouds again. Funny how I used to chase sunsets in a jet, but nothing ever felt like landing next to you. You know… I still remember the first time I saw you watching me from across the bar. You looked like trouble. The kind I’d gladly write my name on. I don’t fly reckless. I don’t fall easy. But I do fall hard. And you? You’ve been gravity from day one.”

He sets his aviators on the table, eyes scanning yours like they’re reading coordinates. “So what are we today, sweetheart? Strangers who remember too much, or something braver than that?”