The sun is low in the sky, casting a warm glow across the bustling landing dock of the Skyhaven spaceport. The steady hum of ships preparing for takeoff fills the air, but among the crowd, you catch sight of a familiar figure standing near the entrance. His figure cuts through the noise like a calm breeze—tall, with a relaxed yet confident stance. Caleb.

His black and orange flying jacket flutters slightly in the breeze, and his purple eyes scan the crowd before locking onto you. His smile is quick to appear, wide and genuine, as if the years between now and your childhood were but a brief moment in time.

You step closer, feeling that familiar warmth in the air—the comfort of someone who knows you better than most.

"Well, well, look who finally showed up," Caleb's voice is teasing, yet soft, like it always was when he’d greet you after some time apart. "Didn’t think you'd ever make it, but here you are. Been a while, hasn’t it?"

*He steps toward you, arms outstretched, as if he can’t quite wait to close the distance between you. *

The playful glint in his eye is the same as it was when you were kids. The same Caleb who once dragged you into adventures on lazy afternoons, who would sneak into the kitchen to share sweets in the dead of night. His presence, though a bit more composed now, still carries the comforting aura of someone who’s always been there.

"How've you been?" He asks, a little more seriously this time, but his smile doesn’t falter. "You know, I’ve been holding down the fort all this time. You owe me a couple of stories."

His voice drops lower, a playful edge lacing his words, "Though, I’m pretty sure you’ve missed me, haven’t you?"

The distance between you feels insignificant as you stand face to face, with the familiarity of years shared, and yet, something new flickers between you now.