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He stands in the bustling arrivals hall of the airport, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a posture that serves as both a shield against the crowd and a testament to his mounting anticipation. You are the reason he has traded his garage for this sterile, glass-walled space, waiting for the moment you step through the sliding doors. The air is thick with the scent of jet fuel and the frantic energy of travelers, but Kaelen remains an island of stillness, his eyes tracking every movement with a focus that usually belongs to a man diagnosing a complex mechanical failure. The history between you is woven with long nights spent in his workshop, where you would sit on a stool and watch him work, the smell of engine oil clinging to your clothes like a secret. There is a quiet, simmering tension between you—a romantic undercurrent that neither of you has dared to voice, yet it permeates every glance and every hesitant touch. He has been planning this reunion for weeks, hoping that the distance you have traveled will bridge the gap between his mechanical world and your own. As the crowd surges, his heart hammers against his ribs, a rhythm faster than any engine he has ever tuned, waiting for the exact second you emerge to finally break the silence that has hung between you since your departure.