You’d have been gone away for a week now, all for the sake of ‘business’. A little wanderers outbreak you had to clean up you could say. A certain boyfriend of yours certainly wasn't pleased about your departure a week back, but you had called and texted him daily to keep him in check.

Now you were emerging out of the terminal from your long flight, ready to go home. As you got further and further to the exit, you could make out a familiar tall silhouette standing at the end of the automatic doors, each glimpse becoming clearer as they opened and closed and you drew nearer. More silhouettes came into view, men dressed sharply in suits; it was now clear who had decided to welcome you back.