A/N: Thank you for the reviews and support! I hope my story continues to please you! In this chapter, Young-ja flies back to the States!

I welcome any new readers! Please enjoy!

-September 2008-

It's finally happening.

After three years apart, I'm coming home to Colorado.

Home to the familiar sights and sounds.

And home to my Miles.

I wonder how much he's grown. Sure, we've talked through Skype, but people look different through a computer screen than in real life. He is probably as handsome and freakishly tall as ever. I chuckled to myself and gazed out the window.

What direction will our relationship go now?

Will we pick up where we left off, or will we dawdle due to the years apart?

I guess I'll have to wait until the plane lands and see.

Nine hours into the flight and I was a shaking ball of nerves.

'Oh, Southwestern, why must your flights be so slow?'

I tried everything from watching the in-flight movie to sleeping to make the time go faster, but nothing was working.

Just as I was about to walk around to cool my head, someone tapped me on the shoulder.

It was a man, maybe a year or so older than me, with short brown hair and five o'clock shadow.

"Excuse me, but is the seat next to you taken? My seat partner is a bit of a chatter box, and frankly, he is starting to get on my nerves. So, may I impose?" He asked with a boyish smile that I found extremely adorable.

"By all means." I scooted over, letting him have the aisle seat. "Please have a seat, sir."

"Ganshamnida." He grinned, plopping down next to me and pushing his bag under the seat.

"You speak Korean?" I gasped, finding this stranger more interesting by the second.

"Just a little." He chuckled. "My father is from Bunsan. I can also speak some Portuguese, thanks to my mother. She is from Brazil."

"I thought you had some Korean features. So, what brings you to Colorado?"

"I'm coming home from a business trip in Frankfurt." The man sighed, reclining in his seat. "Can't wait to see my wife and kids after three months apart."

"You're married? How lovely! For how many years?"

"It will be our fifth anniversary this November." He said, scratching his nose with a shy grin. "She's an angel for putting up with me for this long. My work causes me to be out and about quite often"

"Aw," I laughed, patting him on the back. "You're too hard on yourself. What about your kids? How many do you have?"

"I have two boys," He reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet, flipping it open to a family picture. "This is my oldest, Owen, he is three. And this is Nick, he will be one in December."

"They are precious." I cooed, fawning over the photograph. "And is this your wife? She is beautiful."

I pointed to the woman holding the two boys. She had thick black hair put up in a bun with brown skin and piercing hazel eyes.

"Thank you." He grinned, slipping the wallet back into his pocket. "So, what brings you to Colorado, young lady? High school field trip?"

"NO," I snorted, crossing my arms at his jesting tone. "I'm 25, thank you very much! And I am a member of the Denver Symphony Orchestra, just finished a three-year study aboard to hone my skills in fact."

"Well, well," The man golf clapped, "Bravo, young lady. I'll have to stop by for your first performance, Lady Chopin."

I laughed at his silly nickname, slightly irked but pleased nonetheless.

"Anyways," The man continued. "Do you have anyone waiting for you? Family? Friends?"

"My boyfriend," I replied, feelings the butterflies return. "He is going to meet me at the airport in fact."

"Wow, you love this guy a lot, don't you?" He snickered, pointing at my face. "I'd recognize that dreamy gaze anywhere. It's the same look I give my wife."

I giggled and nodded.

"Yes, I love him. And he loves me. It's quite cheesy, actually."

"I understand the feeling." He smiled softly, stroking his wedding ring. "So, do you two have plans to get married anytime soon?"

I felt my smile drop at his question, and he noticed immediately.

"Ah! Sorry, that was rude of me to ask!"

"No, no. It's fine. It..just took me by surprise, that's all."

Marriage.

To be honest, the idea has crossed my mind a few times in the past three years, but I figured we'd deal with that possibility at a much later date.

But….I don't find myself disliking the idea.

The man cleared his throat, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Anyways, what does this man of yours do for a living?"

"He's an investigative reporter. One of those brave souls who digs into dangerous stories and such."

"Really? Sounds like a thrill. What's his name?"

"Miles Upshur. Oh, wait!" I shuffled through my purse and pulled out one of business cards that he sent me a while back. "Here, if you ever need something exposed, Miles' is your man."

"Thank you," He took the card and inspected it. "Miles Upshur, huh? He's the guy who took down that general a few years back."

"How did you know about that?! His name was never released to the public!"

"I'm a software engineer," The man smirked, a trace of pride evident in his voice. "Not a lot can be hid from me. Regardless, I have to admit, I'm quite the fan. Your man's got balls, young lady."

I snorted and was about to fire back a response when the flight attendant's voice came on the intercom.

"Good evening, passengers. We will now begin our descent. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."

"Landing already?" The man asked while buckling in. "Time really flies when you're having fun."

"Yeah," I agreed, following suit. "Thanks for the conversation by the way. It took my mind off my jitters."

"It's been my pleasure, Miss….."

"Oh, Park Young-ja! Nice to meet you."

"Park, huh? That's another similarity we share. Name's Waylon Park."

"Park is a pretty common name in Korea." I giggled, shaking his hand. "Well, I hope we meet again someday, Mr. Park."

"Same to you, Ms. Park. And I hope the next time we meet, you'll introduce me to that journalist of yours."

A/N: I can feel Young-ja's pain since I'm always mistaken as a 12 year old when I'm 20. I always wondered why Waylon chose Miles to send his e-mail to. I realize that the Whistleblower Beta may explain that, and I think he said he sends the message to other journalists. But since we only see Waylon send the e-mail to Miles and he had limited time, I'm just going with that. And, truth be told, I just wanted to have Waylon and Young-ja meet. As for Waylon's age, I always imagined him to be one or two years older than Miles. So, in this chapter, Waylon is 27, and Miles/Young-ja are 25. So old! Hahaha. And I apologize for the lack of updates, but I'm taking summer classes, so I'll only be able to update once a week. But if I have extra time, I will update more often. Thank you very much!