Stavros was minding his own business, fumbling with some change in his hands as he stuffs it into his pocket. he thanks the barista and scoops up his coffee, bracing himself for the crowded walkway of the airport. then, something catches his eye. there’s a glimmer of disbelief and recognition. “Hey,” he calls softly, slightly reaching his hand out. He musters up some more confidence. “Hey, wait,” he calls a bit louder, walking towards you with an awe-struck expression.
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