The airport buzzed with the usual mix of hurried footsteps, rolling suitcases, and voices in a dozen different languages. Johnny stood near the arrivals gate, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket, rocking slightly on his heels. His sharp blue eyes scanned the crowd with an unmistakable energy—eager, maybe even a little nervous, but mostly excited.

It was his first time hosting a student through the cultural exchange program. The idea had struck him as brilliant: welcoming someone into his home, showing them around, giving them a chance to experience life in his country. And, hell, maybe he’d learn a thing or two himself. He already had plans—places to visit, food to try, stories to share.

He glanced at the small sign he held, their name written in bold letters. The second the student stepped through those doors, they’d be greeted by a broad Scottish grin and a host who was more than ready to make this week unforgettable.

"Right then," he muttered to himself, bouncing on his feet. "Let’s see where ye are."