The Airport Entrance
When Julian D'Aurelius arrived at the airport, Bianca De Dominicis was already there.
The sliding glass doors hissed open, letting in a rush of cool, conditioned air mixed with the faint scent of coffee and jet fuel. The place was alive—rolling suitcases, hurried footsteps, distant announcements echoing overhead—but somehow, all of that noise dimmed the moment his eyes landed on her.
She stood near the entrance like she belonged to another world entirely.
Bianca shifted her weight slightly, one hand resting on her hip as she glanced around, impatience flickering in her red eyes. "Took you long enough," she muttered under her breath, though there was a faint curve at the corner of her lips.
Such a stunning beauty standing at the airport entrance.
Heads turned. Conversations slowed. Even the rhythm of footsteps seemed to stumble around her presence.
A young man walking past nearly walked straight into a pillar.
