A chance encounter at an airport leads Ellie and Ryan to make a daring pact: to meet in the same place a year later, without exchanging contact information. For her, it’s a moment of destiny, but her friends think it’s a disaster waiting to happen. Will destiny bring them back together or tear them apart?
Ellie sighed and set down her suitcase as the announcement echoed through the airport: “Attention, passengers on flight 267 to Florence.
Your flight has been delayed for two hours. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
“Perfect,” she muttered, shifting her hand luggage to her other shoulder. She searched for an empty seat in the crowded lounge and her eyes fell on a spot by the window.
As she maneuvered through the chaos, she turned a corner too fast and bumped into someone.
“Whoa!“ exclaimed a voice as her bag slipped, scattering magazines, snacks and her travel diary across the floor.
“Oh, no, I’m so sorry!” Ellie immediately bent down and the heat rose to her cheeks as she struggled to pick up her things.
“Let me help you,” said the man, who was already picking up her diary.
Ellie looked up and met the kind gaze of a tall man with messy brown hair and an easy smile.
His shirt was slightly wrinkled and his backpack looked like it had been through as many trips as she had.
“Thank you. I swear I’m not always so clumsy.”
He handed her the diary with a slight chuckle.
“Don’t worry. Airports seem to bring out the best and the worst in all of us.“
Ellie laughed nervously and sat down next to him. ‘By the way, I’m Ellie.’
“Ryan,” he replied, offering her a handshake that felt strangely familiar and warm.
The announcement playing in the background seemed to fade away as they began to talk.
Ellie explained that she had been dreaming of visiting Florence for years and that she was finally going to take part in a year-long program to study art and immerse herself in Italian culture.
Her face lit up as she talked about the cobbled streets, the Renaissance masterpieces and the ice cream she was planning to savor.
“Art, history and food, all in the same place,” she said with a sigh. ”What more could I ask for?”
Ryan leaned back, intrigued.
“It sounds amazing. I’m going to Berlin for work, but I’ll also be there for the whole year. It’s one of those places that has everything: history, culture, nightlife.”
Ellie smiled. “Now I’m jealous. Berlin is on my list too.”
“It looks like we both have some good plans,” said Ryan, smiling.
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from travel tips to favorite books and films, and exchanging anecdotes about their lives.
Ryan’s dry humor contrasted perfectly with Ellie’s lively passion, and before they knew it, two hours had passed.
When Ellie’s flight was finally called, her enthusiasm waned for the first time. She hesitated, her fingers clenched around her handbag strap.
“It may sound crazy, but… what if we meet again here, in the same place, in a year’s time?”
“A year?” asked Ryan, one eyebrow raised in curiosity.
“You go on a trip for a year, so will I,” she said, her words quick and hopeful. ‘No phone numbers, no contact information. Just see if we show up.”
Ryan studied her for a moment before returning her smile, this time wider. ’Okay. Same place, same time, one year from now.”
As Ellie boarded her flight, she looked at him one last time. He was still there, watching her with that easy smile.
Her heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t a mere coincidence: it was like something out of a movie, and she couldn’t wait to see how the story unfolded.
A year had passed and Ellie’s life had been transformed in ways she hadn’t imagined.
Florence had given her new friends, new experiences and a self-confidence she never thought she would have.
But despite everything, one thought remained constant: Ryan. The possibility of their reunion had been on her mind all year.
Now, standing in the bustling airport terminal, Ellie stared at the departures board and her stomach sank. The words “DELAYED: 8 HOURS” seemed like a cruel joke.
“This can’t be happening,“ she muttered, clutching her ticket as she paced back and forth.
“Ellie, calm down,” her traveling companion Sarah said reassuringly. “It’s been a year. Do you even know if he’ll show up? Maybe he forgot.”
Ellie stopped pacing and turned to Sarah with a mixture of panic and defiance.
“He’ll be there. I know he will. And now he’s going to think I didn’t care enough to show up.”
Sarah sighed, leaning back in the armrest of a nearby chair.
“Look, you didn’t exchange numbers or any way to get in touch. For all you know, it could have been just a fun idea for him, a passing moment.”
“It wasn’t just an idea,” Ellie said firmly, although her voice trembled slightly. ”It felt real. I know it sounds crazy, but it did.”
As the hours passed, Ellie couldn’t shake the image of Ryan sitting in the lounge, checking his watch and glancing at the entrance, wondering why she hadn’t arrived. What if she had already missed her chance?
Ellie burst into the airport lounge, suitcase lurching behind her as she scanned the room frantically.
Her heart was pounding in her chest and her eyes darted from face to face, hoping – praying – to see the familiar figure of Ryan.
But he wasn’t there. Suddenly she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned and saw an elderly woman nearby.
“Excuse me, do you need help?” the woman said, concerned.
“Hello! Have you seen a man here before? Tall, brown hair, rather… very handsome?”
The woman smiled kindly, cocking her head as if she remembered something. ‘Oh, yes, dear. He was here for hours, sitting right over there,’ she said, pointing to a seat by the window.
“He looked like he was waiting for someone. The poor guy left not long ago. He seemed disappointed.”
Ellie’s stomach dropped. Her legs trembled and she sank into the nearest chair, her head in her hands.
“I missed him,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Sarah, who had been following her in silence, crouched down beside her.
“Ellie, I’m so sorry,” she said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. ”I know how much you were looking forward to this.”
Tears streamed down Ellie’s cheeks as she took a shaky, deep breath.
“He was here, Sarah. He waited. And I didn’t . . .” Her words trailed off, but her thoughts were strong and clear. What if this was her only chance?
As she wiped away her tears, something caught her attention: a folded piece of paper wedged between the cushions of the seat where Ryan had been sitting.
Her hands trembled as she picked it up and unfolded it.
The handwriting was unmistakably his.
“Ellie, I’ve waited as long as I can. I’m sorry we lost touch. If you’re reading this, here’s my address. I’d love to see you.
Ryan.”
Ellie’s breath caught in her throat. She clutched the note to her chest, her heart racing. “Sarah,” she said, her voice now filled with determination, “I need a cab. Right now.”
Ellie stood frozen in front of the modest brick house, clutching the note tightly in her hand.
The evening air was cool and her breath was visible in the dim light of the porch lamp. She looked at the neatly trimmed lawn and the flowerpots framing the steps; the normality of it all contrasted sharply with the chaos swirling inside her.
She took a deep breath and knocked with her knuckles, tapping the wood gently at first and then more firmly. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
What if it wasn’t even the right house? What if she had read too much into the note? What if…
The door creaked open, revealing a man. But it wasn’t Ryan. He was older, with gray hair and a bewildered expression. “Can I help you?” he asked, his tone gentle but cautious.
Ellie felt her stomach drop. “I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I must have the wrong address.”
Before she could turn to leave, the man called after her over his shoulder. “Ryan, someone’s coming to get you.”
Her breath caught as she heard footsteps approaching from inside. A few moments later, Ryan appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise as they met hers.
“Ellie?” His voice was a mixture of disbelief and joy.
Her tears flowed as she nodded. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice trembling. “My flight was delayed and I thought I had lost you, and …”
Before she could finish, Ryan came forward and gave her a warm hug. The scent of his cologne, the feeling of his solid embrace … everything felt so familiar and yet so new.
She laughed softly and the sound made her vibrate.
“Now you’re here,” he said in a soft voice. ”That’s all that matters.”
Ellie laughed through her tears, wiping her face as she stepped back a little.
“This is ridiculous. We could have exchanged numbers like normal people.”
Ryan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “What’s so funny about that? Now we have a story to tell.”
Ellie couldn’t help but smile. ‘Okay. But you still owe me that coffee.”
He pointed towards the house. ’Come in. Let’s fix it.”
When they entered the cozy living room, Ellie noticed the warm light, the shelves covering the walls and the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea.
It was exactly the kind of place she had imagined Ryan would call home.
“Sit down,” she said, pointing to the sofa. ”I’ll make something hot for both of us.”
Ellie sat down, her hands nervously playing with the hem of her coat.
When Ryan returned with two steaming cups, she handed him one and sat down next to him, her knee grazing his.
“So…” he said, breaking the silence. ”A whole year and here we are. Did you really think I wouldn’t show up?”
Ellie took a sip of tea and the warmth spread through her body.
“Really? I didn’t know what to think. But I was hopeful. I kept replaying our conversation in my head, wondering if it was as real for you as it was for me.”
“It was,” Ryan said firmly. ”Every part of it.”
They fell into an easy conversation, like the one they’d had at the airport a year ago.
They talked about everything: her stay in Florence, his adventures in Berlin, the ups and downs and everything in between.
When the clock struck midnight, Ellie realized how much time had passed. “I should probably get back,” she said reluctantly, leaving the empty cup on the table.
Ryan got up, his expression gentle but determined. “Or you could stay a little longer,” he said. “We have some catching up to do.”
Ellie smiled, her heart swelling. ”I’d love to.”
As the night wore on, Ellie realized that sometimes fate wasn’t just about grand gestures or perfect timing.
It was about showing up – even when everything seemed to be against you – and discovering that the connection you had been waiting for was worth every delay.
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