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At the busy Airport, Issac stood in his casual wear with his hands tucked into his pockets, his hair was not properly done and a few strains were flying around. The eyes of the passersby were plastered onto his Nobel figure that was emitting even when he was not in his suit. Eric’s plane had landed a while ago and Issac was looking out for him, And out of nowhere, there was a pat on his shoulder. 

Soft brown hair and calm green eyes greeted Issac when he looked around. A guy in his baggy hoodie smiled at him weakly. Issac’s face lit up and he chuckled lightly. “Have you starved yourself after your breakup?” HE pulled him into a hug while sarcastically joking about his condition.

“I have! But now that I am back I will have your portion as well.” Eric replied in his warm voice. “Now help me with the lug