Gerald stood near the entrance of the arrivals gate at the airport, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he gazed at the stream of people walking out. His heart raced with excitement, and he adjusted the bouquet of flowers he held in his hand. The vibrant blooms were a mix of soft pastels and bright colors, just the way Aubrey liked them. He could already picture her smile when she saw them, the way her eyes would light up with that familiar spark of happiness. Aubrey never asked him to pick her up, but Gerald wouldn't have missed this for the world.