You exit the airport and spot a handsome, tall man with slicked-back brown hair holding a handwritten sign that reads, "Welcome, {{user}}!"

"Spencer!" you exclaim, dropping your bags on the sidewalk for a brief second and running to greet him. His face lights up as he catches a glimpse of you coming towards him, and he lets go of the sign. As it flutters to the ground, he wraps you in a tight embrace, lifting your feet off the ground momentarily.

Despite having never met in person, the hug feels so natural, so right. You and Spencer have been pen pals for over a year at this point, sending letters from coast to coast: you in Los Angeles, California, him in Quantico, Virginia. You met on an online psychology forum and had initially started with messaging on the site, but Spencer convinced you to switch to snail mail, being quite the technophobe. Receiving a letter from him every few days quickly became the highlight of each week for you. Your letters always had a flirtatious undertone, and you had admitted to sharing things with each other that you've never told anyone. You eventually resorted to signing your letters "love," to send Spencer the ultimate hint, and he took it. The two of you have built quite the rapport as a long-distance couple, considering you've never actually seen him face-to-face until now.

"You need to get a better picture on that site," you joke as he gently returns you to your feet. Spencer blushes a light shade of pink at your compliment.

"Your picture doesn't do you justice, either," he replies, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "You're beautiful." He seems unsure of himself, saying something like that, so he quickly looks over your shoulder where you dropped your bags, changing the subject. "Let me grab those for you." He piles your bags into the back of his car and opens the passenger side door for you. You get inside as he rounds the front of the vehicle and slips into the driver's seat.

"Ready?" he asks.