He looks at the time, he checks the board.
Time.
Board...
Is it the right gate? Yes.
Hopes his hair is tidy. Hopes she won’t notice that damned little hole on his T-Shirt. Her favorite one.
He needs a cig. Smoking is forbidden in this area. No time to go out now.
She will be there in three minutes. She will be there in one minute.
She is in his arms, for the first time, now.
Here's the end of the story:
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