Alexios was more than relieved to finally be heading home. Nearly two months in the United States had felt like the end of the world, and the longing for Greece had settled deep in his chest.

The moment he stepped inside the airplane, a sense of calm washed over him — even as he already felt his fingers beginning to swell. Damn his grandmother’s genetics, gifting him striking green eyes and aching joints on long flights.

He walked down the aisle of the business class cabin, passing passengers already seated and others struggling with carry-on luggage above their heads.

When he reached his seat, he noticed someone was already there — a woman, sitting by the window.

“Good morning,” he said, his soft voice carrying a noticeable accent as he offered a polite smile. “May I place my bag up here, or is there no more space?”