He spun her around, their laughter cutting through the chaos of the airport like a rom-com on full blast. The crowd? Totally eating it up. A few claps, some knowing smiles-yeah, they were that couple. Lena clung to Nate, grinning like she’d just won the lottery.

Nothing else mattered. Not even Retta, who strutted out of arrivals with her patented death glare. Lena clocked her but brushed it off. Retta could sulk all she wanted; Lena was too wrapped up in her “main character moment.” “Dr. Lane, your boyfriend’s so handsome!” a voice called.

Turning, Lena spotted a woman juggling a baby. Oh, right-one of her patients. Flashing a smug smile, she leaned into Nate. “Of course he is. He’s mine.”

“Congrats! And I hope you two have an adorable baby soon-just like mine!” the woman added, grinning.

“Noted!” Lena shot back with a playful thumbs-up.

Unbothered by the interruption, they walked out hand in hand.

“You’re still mad at me, huh?” Nate asked, his voice cautious. He wasn’t clueless; he knew he’d screwed up.