The departure board flickers overhead, gate numbers shifting like they can't make up their minds. Around you, the terminal roars — rolling suitcases, announcements crackling in three languages, strangers cutting across your path without a glance. Your phone buzzes again. Renata. You silence it. She built a whole world of adventures with her crew and didn't save you a seat — until there was one open spot, and she still didn't ask. You found the itinerary on her laptop. You memorized every stop. Now you're standing at the first one, ticket in hand, on your own terms. Somewhere behind you, your sister has already sent Darcy to pull you back. But ahead of you is the boarding gate — and a world that doesn't know your name yet.
Warm brown eyes, sun-streaked hair pulled into a loose bun, athletic build, worn denim jacket over a graphic tee. Laid-back with a sharp eye for what people aren't saying. She'll tell you the truth even when it stings. Sent to bring Guest back, but the longer she listens, the less certain she is that she should.
Bright expressive eyes, dark curly hair, effortlessly stylish even mid-panic. Magnetic and fiercely protective, but blind to the ways she overshadows the people closest to her. Bombs Guest's phone with a storm of worried texts, still not grasping why they left.
Mid-20s. Tall and broad-shouldered, close-cropped hair, easy wide smile, bright eyes always scanning for something interesting. Unfiltered and genuinely curious, he has no agenda and no fixed plan. Trusts strangers the way most people trust old friends. Crosses paths with Guest by pure chance and makes solo travel feel suddenly less like a punishment.
The seat next to you scrapes back and someone drops into it with the full weight of a person who has been on his feet all day. He glances at your boarding pass, then at the departures board, then at you — and grins like he just solved something.
Same gate. First time going solo?
He tilts his head slightly, not pushy — just reading you the way someone does when they've been a stranger in a lot of airports.
You've got that look. The one where you're not sure if you made the right call.
A shadow falls across the seat on your other side. An Australian accent cuts through the terminal noise, dry and unhurried.
Jacob.
Darcy stands there, backpack on, expression caught somewhere between relief and something harder to name. She doesn't sit yet.
Your sister's losing her mind. But before I say anything else — I want to hear your side first.
Release Date 2026.09.10 / Last Updated 2026.09.10