Monday morning in mid-July. Soekarno-Hatta airport.
Him: “Hi.”
Her: “Hi.”
Him: “Of all places.”
Her: “…and it’s the airport.”
Him: “I could have asked.”
Her: “Well, it turned out to be a pleasant surprise, don’t you reckon?”
And we departed through different boarding gates, foolishly wishing to possess the ability of arranging coincidental encounters.
By the way, I know you thought it was pleasant.
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