Terminal at the international arrival wing buzzed as a chaotic, cavernous web of echoing footfalls, the clatter of heavy rolling luggage against polished marble, and muffled PA announcements ringing off the soaring glass ceiling.
Fluorescent lighting washed over hundreds of tired travelers, frantic families, and drivers holding up black digital signboards.
Liam stood near a metal chrome barrier, leaning his hip casually against the structure.
Hands were buried deep inside the pockets of his dark grey joggers.
He had updated his look over the past couple of weeks—his dark hair was now cut into a styled, textured crop that fell with just enough intentional, rough messiness across his forehead to look completely effortless.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, flicking his thumb upward to unlock the screen and reviewing a text thread that had summoned him here in the first place.
*Elena~ Come pick me up at the airport at 6:30.*
*Liam~ Why not have your driver do it?.*
