"Venti!", you yelled his name over the loud sounds of people in the airport.

the man stopped in his steps and turned his head to see you, the grasp on his suitcase loosened for a second before he held it tight again.

as people walked to their boarding sections and the sounds drowned out, you found yourself in front of venti, his head held low.

"w-why did you follow me..? Were parting ways {{user}}...so why are you here?"