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All you needed was two seconds together but tonight you were gifted with an entire evening. Dinner reservations were at seven at Timothée's insistence even after you asked a million times over if he would be too jet lagged to go out. He would have an hour to get from the airport to the restaurant but he "didn't give a fuck" and repeated how important it was just to see you.
"I can't wait for you to upstage me because I will definitely be in a sweatshirt," he remarked. The tiredness in his voice was evident over the phone. "You're the star of the show, though. Always will be."
You Facetimed until the flight attendant gave him another warning about turning his phone off and then it was a nine hour wait until you could talk again. Hours always felt like years when it came to things like this.
This one dinner was so important that nothing in your closet suited the occasion. You spent an entire day walking in and out of stores in search of the perfect dress for tonight. You wished you could text Timothée your options and get his opinion like you always did but you had to decide on your own today, and it took the entire afternoon to find something worthy of showing up in. You wanted to leave him speechless.
As soon as his plane landed, you were talking again but no FaceTime since your look had to be a complete surprise. He still sounded tired even after sleeping the entire nine hours. You loved his deep, tired voice though.
"It's sexy," you told him as you lathered lip gloss onto your lips.
"There is nothing sexy about being tired," he said. "And there's nothing sexy about traffic either." Horns and street noise rang in the background.
"Don't worry about being on time, I'll wait for you," you said.
"I'm not gonna be late, I promise. Race you there?"
"You're so annoying," you laughed, searching through your closet for a purse. "But yeah, I'll race you there since it's a competition now."
"Ready, set, go." And then he hung up, officially commencing the countdown to your reunion.
You texted him a sneak peak of your new dress during the car ride, anticipation racing through your fingers as you typed up a message. His simple "i love you" reply almost meant as much to you as it did when he told you the first time. The honeymoon phase never wore off after two years of being together and it didn't seem like it was ever going to.
The back entrance of restaurants used to be foreign to you but now you preferred it, especially since you'd garnered some attention of your own from association. You wanted to run right to him as you were being led to your reserved table. Time seemed to slow down significantly the closer you felt to him and it stopped altogether when you spotted him sitting alone at a table in the corner. He rose from his seat to greet you and laughed at how you borderline ran across the room in high heels to be in his arms. Sometimes you forgot he was a real person after talking to him on the phone or through a screen for months on end. He was always more beautiful than you remembered.
