Josephine was so distraught that she cried for most of the long drive to New York. Preoccupied with her situation with Tim, she had yet to realize that, by going to Paris, she would essentially leave her entire life behind, including family, friends, and loved ones. As much as Mona tried to comfort her, it soon became clear to her that no matter what she said to Josephine, Mona simply could not make her friend feel any better. Josephine only seemed to calm down when the two friends arrived at JFK airport, at 6pm.

The massive, glass door of Terminal 4 slid open sideways. With a heavy heart and two, large suitcases in her hands, Josephine walked into it, followed by her friend. Seconds later, she found herself waiting at the end of a very long, boarding line. To add to her frustration, Bryan Adams’ “Please Forgive Me” was playing from the speakers.

“Oh, great…” She gave a huff of exasperation, putting her suitcases down on the floor: “a love song about forgiveness.”

“I like it.” Mona chirped, with a big smile on her face, as more and people queued behind them. “It’s a good old, happy song.”

“You seem to be in an awfully good mood.” Josephine complained. “I’m leaving. Aren’t you just a little upset?”

“I am.” Mona nodded. “But, I still believe in miracles. Do you believe in miracles, Josephine?”

“No.” Josephine shook her head sideways. “Not anymore.”

“You should.” Mona suggested. “Remember when my phone rang, back in the lounge?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That was my cousin, Glenn.” She smiled yet again. “I haven’t told you about him. He’s the man behind the music in JFK. And I needed to ask him a favor.”

“What favor?” Josephine asked, her voice pitched higher with curiosity.

“This…” Mona winked at her, just before the introduction of Eric Clapton’s ballad “Wonderful Tonight” filled the air. Josephine was just about to start yelling at her friend, but then, something else grabbed her attention. It was a stentorian, male voice, audible over the music, calling out: “Joey!” Abruptly turning her head to the right, she saw someone pushing through the gathering crowd behind her. He would not stop calling out her name, turning quite a few heads.

“I know that voice…” She whispered. “Only one man in the world calls me that.”

Mona took a few steps back, biting her lower lip, in a clear attempt not to laugh, as he finally reached her friend. It was Tim, with a large bag wrapped around his shoulders, panting for breath.

“Tim!” She let out a gasp of surprise, eyes wide open, as their gazes met. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, thank God…” He sighed in relief, pulling out a piece of paper out of his pocket. “Please, read this.” He requested, handing it over to her. It was an application to the fire department. “Joey…” Tim whispered, pulling the bag from his shoulder. He placed it on the ground, before taking a short step forward. “Please, don’t go, baby.” He added, leaning over her. “No more breaking and entering. I want to stay here and become a firefighter. I’d do anything to be with you again.”

“Anything?” Josephine whispered, her lips shaking, as she rolled her teary eyes up to meet his gaze again.

“Anything…” Tim said with a nod, feeling his heart thumping in his chest. She tossed the application across the floor, biting her lower lip, looking deep into his eyes. Closing her own eyes, she leaned in towards him and circled her arms around his neck. Tim shut his eyes and fastened his arms around her back, as relief left him on a gasp of breath. The gathering crowd burst into loud applause. Mona herself frantically clapped her hands, with a happy smile on her face.

“I love you, doc.” A soft whisper left his lips, feeling two tears rushing down his face.

“I love you, too.” She replied in her sweet voice, slowly leaning back. Tim tilted his head down to meet her lips. A gasp of surprise escaped her, as he pressed his mouth against hers. In a split second though, she returned his deep, passionate kiss, stroking the back of his neck, as he held her tightly in his arms. With the sound of the applause growing louder in his ears, Tim lifted her off her feet, feeling her hot breath on his skin. Easing Josephine down ever so gently, Tim kissed the tip of her tiny nose, pressing his forehead against hers. Josephine opened her eyes and glanced around, before a smile of embarrassment spread across her face. “We’ve become a spectacle.”

“I don’t care.” He spoke in a lazy tone, as more than two hundred people continued to applaud.

“I told you…” Mona interjected, running towards her friend. “You should believe in miracles.”

“Thank you.” Tim spoke, turning to her. “You’ve been a lot of help.”

“What would I do without you, Mona?” Josephine wondered.

“You kids take care.” Mona winked at her. “Goodnight.”

“So, you: a firefighter, huh?” Josephine asked. “When did you think of that?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “A friend gave me an idea. Do you still want to go to…”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she interrupted. “Everything I want is right here.”

“So, where to, doc?” Tim said, his voice raspy, as he caressed her back.

“Wherever you would like, Mr. Firefighter,” Josephine laughed; “Wherever you would like.”