We knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but we just had to see what was going to happen next.

He was walking away, luggage in hand, headed to the port gate. She was watching and waving, in tears. Her usual dark mascara was running down her face.

“Isn’t that Emma?” I ask. The lady beside me nods. We were walking slowly now, holding up the line.

She starts running after him. He turns and catches her in his arms at just the right moment—it could have been a movie set.

“Oh, how romantic!” the lady beside me says, as she claps her hands together.

“Oh, how sad,” I answer. He was still leaving. I think. I can barely see them now.

An old man in line glares at us. “You ladies shouldn’t be watching. Move along!”

The lady beside me turns to me and we share a sad smile as we both start walking back. We were both hoping for a happy ending, for sure—but guess we’ll never know now.