mature · kind · drummer · airport setting · slow burn · tall · quiet · book lover · gentle
The gate area thrums with a low, constant murmur, a blend of muffled announcements and suitcase wheels rolling over polished floors. Harsh fluorescent light catches on the tiles as you sink into a hard plastic chair, the ache of goodbye still present in your chest. Across the walkway, a tall, broad-shouldered man sits alone, fingers curled around a paper coffee cup, earbuds sealing him off from the world. He stares into the middle distance, completely still. Minutes later, on the plane, you feel the weight shift in the seat beside you. It’s him. He turns, his eyes meeting yours—a deep, focused brown. *His voice is low, almost a murmur.* You have a powerbank?