Everything I Wanted

Stranger - 29

The Dallas airport was buzzing with energy, people hustling to and fro, the constant announcements over the intercom blending into a chaotic symphony. Story and Laurel had found a relatively quiet spot near their gate, both engrossed in their own worlds. Laurel was scrolling through her tablet, researching venues and ideas for Story's album promo, while Story was halfway through a coffee, occasionally glancing at her phone.

The two-hour layover felt like an eternity. After a while, Story decided she needed to stretch her legs and go to the bathroom.

"I'll be right back," she said to her mom, who nodded absently.

Walking through the terminal, Story was admiring the eclectic mix of travelers when she rounded a corner too quickly and collided with someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, stepping back to steady herself.

The man she'd bumped into smiled, his hands slightly raised as if to show he wasn't offended. "No, you're more than fine," he said, his thick Irish accent immediately catching her attention.

Story looked up and met his gaze. His piercing blue eyes were striking against his sharp features, and his smile was warm, almost disarming. For a moment, she forgot where she was.

"I wasn't watching where I was going," she said quickly, feeling her cheeks flush.

"No harm done," he replied smoothly. "I'm Barry. And you are?"

"Story," she said, her voice softer now as she returned his smile.

"Story," he repeated, as if testing how her name felt on his tongue. "That's a name you don't forget."

She laughed lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks, I guess."

They stood there for a beat longer than necessary, the din of the airport fading slightly as they looked at each other. Barry was the first to speak again.

"So, Story," he began, a playful smirk on his lips, "what brings you to Dallas? Or are you just passing through like me?"

"Layover," she said, shrugging. "I'm on my way to LA for work."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Work, huh? What kind of work?"

"I'm a singer," she said, a little hesitantly.

"Of course you are," he said, his smirk widening into a genuine smile. "That name suits an artist."

They chatted for a few minutes, exchanging easy banter. Story found herself relaxing, drawn in by his wit and charm. He was confident but not overbearing, a balance that made her feel comfortable.

As the conversation naturally began to wind down, Barry hesitated. "Look, I don't usually do this, but... could I get your number? I'd like to keep in touch, maybe hear more about this singing career of yours."

Story blinked, caught off guard. She didn't typically give her number to strangers, but something about Barry felt different. After a moment's hesitation, she nodded and handed him her phone.

"Thanks," he said, typing quickly before handing it back to her. "Safe travels, Story. I hope we cross paths again soon."

"You too," she replied, watching as he disappeared into the crowd.

Still feeling a little dazed, Story finally made it to the restroom. As she washed her hands, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks still tinged pink.

When she returned to her seat, Laurel glanced up briefly. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Story said, settling into her chair.