Airport

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Another six months had passed. The crazy whirlwind of a show Burn The Floor was finished and the cast had returned to their usual lives. Aljaž had visited his family in Slovenia,catching up on everything he had missed over the past half a year.
"Welcome to London Heathrow Airport, the local time is 7:00am and the air temperature is 10°C." The air hostess' voice crackled on the speaker overhead. Aljaž pulled on his beanie and zipped up his leather jacket as the plane taxied its way to a definite halt. Shuffling from 200 tired passengers commenced, all attempting to get their luggage from the overhead lockers and exit the plane. People funneled through the exits at the front and the back whilst Aljaž waited until the majority of the plane was abandoned. He then collected his holdall from overhead and made his way off.

He made his way through border control, grabbed a bagel and coffee from the Costa next to the exit, then left the terminal.
He hailed a taxi that was parked outside the airport and climbed in, informing the driver to take him to Camden Town. Just as the taxi had begun to move, Aljaž spotted someone familiar out the window. He thought to himself, 'no, it can't be, it must just be tiredness' and rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't just seeing things. But to his surprise, he hadn't just been seeing things. He had just seen Janette.
"Stop, stop!" He yelled at the driver, before clambering out of the front seat, grabbing his bag and sprinting towards her.

Janette had gone back to Jason after the tour and had resumed what she thought was 'normal' life, until the day she discovered someone else's clothing in the bathroom. It turned out that during the time that she was away, Jason had been cheating on her with some personal trainer. She had then gathered her belongings, upped and left. She fled straight to Miami to gain some comfort from her sister and the rest of her family. She had returned, 4 months later, but had barely gotten over the unfaithful idiot that was Jason.
She whipped around upon hearing someone call out her name. It was Aljaž. He ran up to her and greeted her with a warm embrace. He felt warm and safe, comforting and caring. It became too much for her, and she broke down in tears. Aljaž noticed this, cupped her face in his hands and whispered, "hey, no, don't cry, what's wrong?" At that, Janette blurted out the whole story, the part about Jason, the trainer, the clothes and Miami. She also revealed to him that the flat she and Jason lived in was a joint flat that she had paid for by selling her own flat, meaning she had nowhere to go, and that she had planned to stay with Karen and Kevin. When she was done explaining, Aljaž pulled her in close again, stroking her hair gently and allowing her to let it all out. After two minutes, she managed to control most of the tears, but her eyes were still watery and her nose red. Aljaž placed his bag on top of her suitcase, pulled out the handle, grasped Janette's hand in the other, and began to walk. He began to talk, "You can stay with me as long as you need to, I always feel a bit lonely so having you around would be great company. How does that sound?" Janette stopped abruptly. She turned to face Aljaž and let a small smile crawl over her face. Slowly, she nodded to accept. It was then that she noticed Aljaž's eyes - how they dazzled in the winter sunlight, how they were full of stories, full of life. Aljaž wondered what she was doing. Gazing down, he noticed that she had grasped his hand tightly, holding it close to her chest. Before he could do anything, she leaned in and kissed him.

Aljaž released the suitcase handle and instead wrapped one arm around Janette's back, and one cupped her neck. They felt the world around them drop away, and for a moment, it was magical.

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