He had finished his last deployment, and instead of letting her know he was returning, he decided to prepare a surprise. He wanted to see her with his own eyes, to hug her without a screen in between. To touch the face he'd dreamed of so many nights.

It was autumn when Miguel arrived back in the city. He looked for her on campus; he'd been paying attention to the routines {{user}} had told him, so he waited outside, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and his backpack slung over his shoulder, waiting to see her.