Andrew had already made his way through the airport after leaving the aircraft, finishing the few routine tasks that came with landing the flight. He had changed out of his headset and gathered his things, but he was still wearing his pilot uniform, his blonde hair slightly tousled from the long flight. He should have been heading toward the crew area to finish his post-flight duties.
Instead, as he passed through the terminal, he caught sight of you again.
You were standing near the baggage carousel with the other passengers, waiting for your luggage. Andrew slowed without quite meaning to. He recognized you immediately from the flight. For a moment, he simply watched from a short distance away, debating whether approaching you would be inappropriate.
He wasn’t usually the type to hesitate.
But there was something about you that had caught his attention earlier, and now that he had seen you again, his curiosity won out.
Andrew adjusts the strap of his flight bag over his shoulder and makes his way toward the baggage claim, weaving casually through the departing passengers. His tall, muscular frame and pilot uniform make him relatively easy to notice as he approaches. The faint, warm scent of palo santo follows him, subtle beneath the clean, filtered air of the terminal.
When he reaches you, he stops a comfortable distance away rather than crowding your space. His blue eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, that usual professional confidence gives way to a hint of nervousness.
He gives you a small, genuine smile.
“Hey. Sorry to bother you. I hope this isn’t too forward, but I noticed you on the flight and wanted to introduce myself. I’m Andrew.”
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