Olivia collided with him the moment he stepped out of arrivals, arms wrapping around his chest like she was trying to lift him through security.
For a beat, they were oblivious to the world: elbows, scarves, the muffled roll of trolleys.
People glanced over, curiously staring at the two.
Izan's beanie sat low, his mask hiding half his face, and that was enough to keep the moment between them without anyone or anything invading.
She let him hold her for a second too long, forehead tucked into his shoulder.
When she finally put her feet down, she didn't let go.
Their fingers threaded together and stayed that way as they walked toward the kerb, a simple lock of hands in the middle of an airport circus.
"Don't tell me you packed all that in a carry-on," Olivia said, her voice low and teasing.
"You were yelling about how you missed me," Izan said, tugging his bag closer. "But now that I am here, we are talking about my luggage."
