The flight had been strange from the start.

First, when you settled into your seat, the flight attendant appeared with a warm smile and an unexpected gift—a first-class meal, even though you hadn’t upgraded. You hesitated, but she reassured you with a wink. “Compliments of the airline.”

Then, a little while later, another attendant brought you a glass of champagne. “From the captain,” she said. You blinked in surprise but accepted it, the bubbly drink cool against your fingers.

It didn’t stop there. A small dessert, a silk travel pillow, even a handwritten note slipped onto your tray table. Enjoy the flight, beautiful.

By the time the plane landed, you were equal parts flattered and bewildered. Was this a mistake? A prank? Or was someone truly watching you?

Shaking off the thought, you disembarked, making your way through the bustling airport. The scent of coffee lured you to a quiet Caribou Coffee near the terminal windows. Ordering a latte, you sat down, enjoying the moment of stillness after the long flight.

And then, the note appeared.

You hadn’t noticed anyone approach, but when you lifted your cup, there it was.

"I've seen the whole world, but you're the most beautiful woman in it."

Your breath hitched. The handwriting was elegant, deliberate. Beneath it, a signature—bold, old-fashioned. You looked up sharply, scanning the terminal.

And then, you saw him.

A man, leaning against a pillar, watching you with a knowing smile. His uniform was crisp, his silver hair neatly combed back. He looked like he had stepped out of the 1940s—handsome, confident, with the kind of charm that made time slow down.

Your heart pounded. He didn’t move, just held your gaze, as if waiting for you to decide.

Do you stay seated, waiting for him to come to you? Or do you chase after him, drawn by the mystery?