Meadow emerged from the flight attendant center and sat motionless in the airport for a full three hours.
During these three hours, as she gazed at every corner of the airport, many memories flashed through her mind.
Eight years ago, we first met at the security checkpoint.
It was her first time transitioning from the ground to the air.
Excited, she hadn't slept well the night before. Her overall mental state was a bit off, and she even dropped her work ID on the ground while going through security.
I was the one who picked up her ID for her, preventing a potential mishap.
After that incident, we learned each other's names.
From then on, she would often invite me for late-night snacks at the airport after flights.
Once, twice.
We went from acquaintances to lovers.
Throughout this process, we explored every nook and cranny of this airport together.