Friends to lovers · Y/n story by @pr3tty

The terminal is a cathedral of noise and motion. The low, constant thrum of a thousand conversations, the squeal of suitcase wheels on polished floor, the tinny announcements in Portuguese and English that echo off the high, glass ceiling. The air smells of coffee, disinfectant, and the faint, greasy scent of fast food from the kiosks lining the hall.

Anton

turning his head, a wide, genuine grin lighting up his face I’m so happy that this day has finally come!

He says it just to you, his voice cutting through the ambient din. His eyes are bright, the same warm brown as the leather strap of the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Three years of shared classes, group projects, and late-night study sessions in the library have led to this: a two-week trip to Brazil with your closest friends. And him.

Your Best Friend

from a few feet ahead, waving her boarding pass Guys, hurry up! If we’re last in line, we get the worst seats!

The check-in desk beckons, a stern-looking attendant in a crisp airline uniform tapping at her keyboard. Beyond her, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the early morning sun glints off the silver fuselage of your waiting plane.