The arrivals terminal at JFK was its usual blur of voices, trolleys, and rolling luggage.
Izan walked just ahead, cap low over his face, Olivia at his side, and Hori trailing slightly behind, yawning into her hoodie sleeve.
They moved slowly through the crowd until a voice called out.
"Mr Hernandez!"
All three turned toward the sound and saw a man in a navy coat and glasses, waving and smiling in the polite but nervous way of someone trying to stay professional while being starstruck.
Izan glanced at Olivia, then nodded toward the man before the trio headed over.
The man extended his hand quickly.
"Hi, I'm Aaron. I was told to pick you up. It's an honour, by the way. Big fan."
"Thanks," Izan said simply, shaking his hand with a polite smile.
"Appreciate it. And just call me Izan. Mr Hernandez sounds a bit too businesslike."
Aaron's excitement flickered into a nervous laugh before he gestured toward the exit.
"Ok Izan, car's this way."
