Juniper's Pov
The plane touches down smoothly, and I feel a strange mix of relief and nervous anticipation as the journey in the air ends. The moment the pilot confirms our arrival, Theodore unbuckles his seatbelt without hesitation, standing up almost immediately. Taking his cue, I do the same, grabbing my bag from beside me before following him towards the exit of the jet.
The door opens, and a rush of cool New York air greets us. Theodore steps aside, allowing me to descend the short flight of steps first. The metal beneath my shoes feels solid, grounding. As soon as I step onto the tarmac, I take a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of the city, faint gasoline, crisp morning air, and the distant aroma of coffee from the terminal.
Theodore follows right behind, his shoes clicki
