Colin glanced around the busy terminal. People bustled by him, occasionally bumping his shoulder with their carry-on bags or running into his leg with their suitcases. But for the most part, he hardly noticed them.

All he knew is that Jane wasn't going to be part of his world anymore. They didn't fit together any more. Different paths. Different futures. He was sure after a couple weeks they would forget about each other and go on to live different lives.

Fisher didn't like the thought of that. He felt her shift, her weight pressing a little deeper into his side. Closing his eyes he let the world slip away, and for a moment they were alone in the darkness of his apartment, not in the busy New York airport. Touching and murmuring in the dim light of his bedroom, her hips rising to meet his as rain fell hard against his window.

"It's so beautiful here," she says, quietly under her breathe. Her eyes are staring out his window as the storm continued to rage outside. The flannel shirt she was in fell just above her knees and Colin wrapped the satin sheet around his waist.

"Come back to bed," He muttered, pressed his lips against her ear and carefully pulling her back to his chest. Jane's brown eyes went up to his and he swallowed. Her gaze pierced him straight to center and without second thought he pulled her in for another kiss.

Sighing, Colin opened his eyes to find himself back in the bustling airport, the young floriest now looking up at him with keen interest. He peered down at her, a sad smile on his lips. The man pushed the auburn hair that was falling in her face out of her eyes. The loudspeaker above their heads indicated his flight was boarding.

Standing together, Jane brushed nonexistent dust off his trench coat. She hoped that his departure would mean nothing, but she knew this to be a false hope. She'd miss him. His offhand remarks and slightly jaded outlook.

She quirked a brow as he poured milk into his coffee, but no sugar. It was odd. Colin caught her staring and offered her a shrug. "I like the bitterness."

"Ah." She turned away from him, going back to her book. This little dance had been going on a few weeks now. With the two of them sharing a booth in the constantly, frustratingly, filled coffee house. The only coffee house within a six block radius of the campus.

"I'm Colin Fisher."

"Jane Lane."

He let out a snort of laughter, and she tore her eyes away from her book long enough to send him a quirked brow. "Seriously?" She nodded. His smile dropped sheepishly, "oh. That's cool."

"No it's not. It's cruel." The woman across him answered, taking a sip of her coffee(black). Her light eyes went back to her textbook as he smirked at her.

"It's not so bad."

"Hm."

"Your name could be Penny."

She looked up at him, lips pursed. "That's my sister."

His face blanched, and he managed to choke out, "really?"

She grinned at him, "no."

The contact of his lips on hers pulled her from the memory. Lightly chapped and warm, she ached to get one last taste of him before he left. Colin's arms slipped around her waist, pulling her tightly to him as the crowd around them jostled about loudly.

Jane pulled away first. She gave his chest a light smack and the man in question a weak smile.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.

"Well, anyways," She cleared her throat, "I'll see you around."

Nodding mutely, Fisher barely felt the kiss that landed gently on his cheek. His hazel eyes followed her until she was out of sight, and soon enough, just as he predicted, she was out of his life.