Tony/Carol.
. . .
She waits at International Arrivals, her gaze fixed on the exit from customs. When she finally sees him, she's almost convinced she's only imagining his presence.
He looks tired.
"I'm glad you came," she says when he reaches her.
He shrugs a shoulder; smiles. "Couldn't miss the World Cup, could I?"
"You're a year too early for that," she jokes back.
He looks around, feigning surprise. When he meets her gaze again, his eyes are twinkling. "Well, then. You're just going to have to show me what's so special about South Africa then."
"Careful. You might never want to leave."