The airport is loud and crowded, but for you and Lando, the world seems to stand still.

The voices, the announcements, the rolling suitcases…everything fades for a moment, because right now, it’s just the two of you.

You’re standing in front of him, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, his forehead resting gently against yours.

It’s that moment right before goodbye, where everything feels a little more intense.

Every touch.

Every glance.

Every breath.

“Two weeks. It just…it feels wrong going on vacation without you.." You murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know, baby. But it’ll go by fast. You’re going to have the time of your life. And when you’re back, it’s just three weeks until we get married.” He says softly.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, tender and lingering.

Your eyes begin to fill with tears.

Saying goodbye is never easy when you love someone, even if you’re used to it.

You’ve done it before.

A few days apart here and there. But this…this feels different.

He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing your cheeks.

“No tears, okay?" He murmurs, then kisses you.

Slowly.

Warmly.

The way he always does.

Just then, your girls arrive. Loud, excited, oversized sunglasses perched on their noses and coffee cups in hand.

They shout your name, ready for two weeks in Santorini.

Sun, beaches, cocktails, dancing until sunrise.

You take a deep breath and pull a little bit away from Lando. But just before you turn to leave, he turns to your friends with that mischievous grin you love so much.

“Okay, ladies. Take good care of my fiancée, yeah? No men! No flirty bartenders, no tanned beach boys and definitely no strippers!!" He says with mock seriousness, though a playful smile lingers on his lips.

Your friends burst into laughter. Lando raises a finger, pretending to warn them.

“If she wants a stripper…I’ll strip for her. When she gets back!" He adds, pressing a kiss to your cheek and looking at you with a smile that melts right through you.

“Oh my god." You laugh, cheeks burning, just as one of your girls whistles.

“We want videos if he's serious!” She teases.

Your face turns even redder as Lando pulls you in for one last hug.

“I love you! And have fun. Two weeks. No messages, no calls. We’ve got this, okay? And please…don’t cry." He whispers, covering your face in soft kisses.

Then he takes a few steps back, gives your hand one last squeeze and runs his thumb gently over your engagement ring before turning toward his boys waiting to go by the gate to Ibiza.

Heart pounding, eyes glistening, you walk toward your girls, among them, Pietra, the girlfriend of Lando’s best friend, Max.

As your eyes drift back to Lando, she wraps her arm around you, watching them with you.

“Two weeks will fly by, babe. Trust me." She says softly, before gently pulling you into the line, which is finally starting to move.