The station was full of noise and movement.
People hurried by with suitcases. Announcements crackled from old speakers. Somewhere nearby, a child laughed.Maya stood near the edge of the platform, checking her phone again and again. Her foot tapped on the ground. Tap. Tap. Tap.
A train rushed past on the other track, sending a blast of wind through the station. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
Then she saw him.
At the far end of the platform.
Her breath caught. Her phone almost slipped from her hand. The noise around her seemed to fade, the crowd turning into a blur.
He was looking around, searching.
Maya stood straighter, shoulders back. A smile spread across her face before she could stop it.
She took a step forward, then froze. Had he seen her yet?
Suddenly, she noticed everything wrong—her wrinkled jacket, messy hair, the coffee stain on her sleeve. She brushed at it, but it stayed. Her heart pounded in her ears.
He turned. Their eyes met.
Warmth filled her chest so fast it almost hurt. His mouth curved into a smile. Her own smile grew wider.
He started walking toward her. The distance felt endless. People passed between them, blocking her view. Each second dragged on.
She folded her arms. Unfolded them. Shifted her bag. Checked her phone again, though no message had come.
At last, he reached her. Neither spoke.
The station’s noise came back—announcements, screeching rails, the roar of trains. But it all felt far away.
She saw the rain on his jacket, the tired look in his eyes, the way he kept glancing at her as if to be sure she was real.
Her hands shook. She hid them in her pockets.
He let out a small laugh. The sound eased her shoulders, untied the knot in her stomach.
Their train arrived with a loud roar. Doors slid open. The crowd rushed forward.
But they stayed still, facing each other, while people flowed around them.
Then he held out his hand. She looked at it for a moment, then placed hers in his.
The noise seemed to vanish.
Together, they stepped onto the train.
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