In the digital dating wild of Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, where most matches fizzle faster than a Saudi summers, golden deserts and glittering skyscrapers. Hannah and Vincent somehow managed to swipe right on each other on Bumble. lol. It's a modern miracle roughly equivalent to finding two specific grains of sand in the desert. Their first date broke all the rules - literally. While most Saudi couples meet in a family-approved settings, Vincent took her on a flight. Because nothing says "I'm serious about this" like showing someone your workplace on the first date. (HR would definitely have questions.) Turns out they were weirdly compatible: • Both understood the struggle of explaining their jobs ("No, I don't just push buttons") • Shared a love of travel (and a hatred of lost luggage) Just as things were getting serious - like "should-we-get-a-dog-together-serious" - life threw them a curveball: his job was relocating him overseas. Hannah briefly considered: A) Quitting her job B) Learning to teleport C) Pretending to be cargo Instead, they got creative with: Glitchy video calls at odd hours Meeting in random cities halfway A shared Google Doc tracking time zones and holidays Through missed connections, terrible airport food, and the universal struggle of finding a charger in a foreign airport, they proved that true love doesn't need perfect timing - just good Wi-Fi and someone who laughs at your terrible jokes at 3 AM (on whichever side of the world's 3AM) And that's how two navigation experts who could find their way across continents blindfolded somehow needed a dating app to find each other - only to discover that the best relationships aren't about smooth landings but about enjoying the journey together. Even if that journey sometimes involves a 12-hour layover in Doha! After two years of playing the world's most exhausting game of long-distance love, Hannah and Vincent made a revolutionary discovery: no number of Parisian layovers or Roman sunsets could compete with the simple luxury of sharing a bed and a Netflix password in the same time zone. Their jet-setting courtship had included: • Becoming VIP members at every airport lounge from Dubai to Manila • Developing the ability to fall asleep faster on any plane • Collecting more passport stamps than meaningful goodnight kisses But one bleary-eyed morning in yet another hotel room (was this London? Singapore? They were too tired to check), it hit them like a delayed baggage claim: this wasn't sustainable. Vincent missed Hannah more when she was snoring beside him on a red-eye than when she was awake in another continent. So Hannah did what any sleep-deprived lover would do - she packed up her wings and moved to the US. Because: Love means never having to say "What time zone are you in?" Real romance is arguing over the thermostat, not flight schedules Someone needed to teach Vincent how to properly fold a fitted sheet Now grounded in domestic bliss, they've traded: ✓ Flight logs for grocery lists ✓ Layover adventures for Sunday brunches ✓ Crew schedules for dog-walking duties *The Happy Ending* These days, they're too busy debating whose turn it is to take out the recycling to miss their jet-setting past. Because after circling the globe to find each other, they discovered that home isn't a place - it's finally being able to annoy the same person every single day. (Though they still keep their passports handy... just in case.) *P.S.* While the rest of the world is busy not reading anything longer than a tweet, you're out here finishing love stories like champions. May your attention spans stay strong and your WiFi connections stay stronger! ❤️