Dylan and Lena sat side by side in the waiting lounge of Leal's international airport, the glass ceiling above them filtering in the pale winter light. The air outside was harsh, biting cold winds that swept across the city, but inside the lounge, it was warm, almost cocooned, and they looked every bit like two souls wrapped into each other's world. Dylan, in his usual black,thick winter layers that made him look both stern and protective, sat with his phone loosely in hand, his head lowered as though lost in thought.
Lena leaned gently against him, her pastel-colored turtleneck and skirt peeking out beneath a soft cream coat. A woolen cap framed her hair, and a muffler hung loosely, its ends brushing against Dylan's arm.
