Over the following days, excitement bubbled within Dream. He meticulously planned the surprise visit to Malak in France.
Late nights turned into early mornings as he researched the perfect gift and devised a strategy to keep the secret.
Conversations with Malak's friends and family became a covert operation, each person sworn to secrecy.
Dream reveled in the anticipation, the idea of surprising Malak a beacon propelling him through the intricacies of planning, every detail carefully woven into a tapestry of affection and secrecy.
Now, over a week later, with tickets in hand, Dream's heart raced as he navigated the bustling airport. The hum of conversations, the echo of footsteps, and the anticipation of the journey fueled his excitement.
Dream's anticipation intensified as he approached the airport security checkpoint. The weight of the surprise gift and the bouquet of flowers heightened the sense of clandestine excitement.
He navigated through the security checks, each step bringing him closer to the departure gate. The airport's ambient sounds provided a backdrop to his internal symphony of nerves and eagerness.
Once at the gate, the familiar scent of jet fuel hung in the air as passengers lined up for boarding. Dream discreetly clutched the boarding pass, the tangible proof of his journey to reunite with Malak.
As he settled into his seat, the hum of the plane's engines became a soothing soundtrack, drowning out the noise of the bustling airport. Yet, he couldn't help but think of the vast distance he was covering, both in miles and in the sheer magnitude of the surprise awaiting Malak on the other side of the Atlantic.
Throughout the flight, the landscape shifted from the sandy shores of Florida to the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean.
Dream's oscillated between restless excitement and quiet moments of reflection, thoughts dancing between the familiar Floridian scenes and the enchanting unknown awaiting him in France.
