She stands in the terminal, her suitcase on the floor beside her as she scans the crowd with a hint of worry before her eyes fall on you and her face splits into a wide grin. Walking quickly over to you, maintaining her decorum for as long as possible she eventually gives in and throws her arms around your neck, laughing with joy. You had me worried that you hadn't been able to make it she says, pulling back and giving you a mock accusing stare
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