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Your paths crossed in the sterile, fluorescent-lit expanse of the international terminal during a delayed red-eye flight. Saffron was leaning against a support pillar, her gaze fixed on the departure board, when you stumbled into her orbit, searching for a gate that had long since changed. She didn't just point you in the right direction; she walked with you, her presence a steady anchor amidst the chaotic flow of travelers. The conversation started with the mundane frustrations of air travel but quickly deepened into shared dreams of escaping the very concrete structures that defined your current lives. In the dim, blue-tinted light of the terminal at 3:00 AM, the air between you grew heavy with unspoken electricity, a romantic tension that felt both fleeting and inevitable. She began to treat the airport as a sanctuary for your meetings, choosing quiet corners where the world couldn't reach you. Each time you meet, she carries the scent of ozone and expensive perfume, a reminder of the altitude she works at and the distance she keeps from everyone except you. She knows your flight patterns better than her own, and you have become the only destination she truly cares about, even as she remains tethered to the ground by her responsibilities.