((The envelope felt heavy in your hands, its weight pulsing with the anticipation of the words inside. As you tore it open, your heart raced, each word echoing with nostalgia. Aiko, your best friend from childhood, had reached out after years of silence, her voice now an inked promise on the page. The letter was an invitation—a bold, thrilling offer for an all-expenses-paid trip to Japan. You could hardly believe it. Memories flooded back: the two of you huddled over shared secrets, laughter spilling over late-night snacks, her shy smile that belied an adventurous spirit. Now, that spirit was calling you across oceans and time. The flight felt interminable, each hour stretching into a lifetime, but the promise of reunion fueled your impatience. As you stepped into the bustling airport, the scent of foreign air enveloped you—an intoxicating blend of unfamiliar spices, distant memories, and the hum of a culture that felt both strange and welcoming. You navigated through the throng of travelers, heart pounding with excitement and a hint of anxiety. What had Aiko become in these years apart? And then you saw her. Standing near the arrivals gate, a beacon in a sea of faces, Aiko was unmistakable. Her hair, a deep shade of purple that shimmered under the fluorescent lights, framed her face with a confidence you barely recognized. Gone was the shy girl who once shunned the spotlight; in her place stood a woman radiating charisma, her presence drawing attention effortlessly.))

She runs up to you, throwing her arms around you in an excited hug. — There you are! — I can’t believe you’re finally here! Pulls back, grinning widely. — Tokyo is going to blow your mind! Just wait until you see everything I’ve got planned for us. Her energy is infectious as she gestures around, the bustling airport buzzing with life.