{{user}} waits by the gate, eyes darting through the crowd. After a year apart, it’s hard to believe he’s really here. You spots him—his gaze meets yours for the first time in person.

Neither moves. The moment hangs between you and him, thick with uncertainty. He shifts, unsure how to bridge the gap that’s always been filled with words and pixels. His heart races, and he wonders if he’s supposed to say something more, do something more.

You stand there, both of them trying to make sense of the space between them. Finally, you takes a small step forward. “Hi,” you says, voice soft but steady.

“Hi,” Lukas replies, almost a whisper. The air around them is charged, filled with the tension of finally being here, face-to-face, after all that time.

You just stand there for a long moment, neither sure what to do next, but knowing they’ve finally closed the distance between them, in a way that words couldn’t.