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NATALIA HAD NO idea as to how she made it to Forks, Washington all on her own. The girl followed the people in front of her assuming they were headed towards the gates. The busy sounds of the airport surrounded her and a sudden panic burst in her chest as she wondered how hard it was going to be to find Charlie. But in a matter of seconds the panic died down as she spotted a familiar man standing with his hands tucked in his jacket pockets, a smile breaking across his face.
"Natalia!" Charlie called out, his gruff voice carrying warmth.
"Charlie!" Talia's grin widened as she hurried toward him, he wrapped her in a brief, awkward but sincere one-armed hug. His familiar scent—coffee, leather, and wood smoke—brought a wave of nostalgia.
"I haven't seen you since you were like 10. It's been a long time, kid," Charlie said, patting her shoulder as he grabs a hold of her backpack. "Good to see you."
"You too." Talia states following Charlie who was headed to the baggage claim. "Gosh, it feels like forever since those summers with Bella." Talia points at the suitcase that belongs to her and watches Charlie grab the suitcase without missing a beat. "Thank you!"
"Come on, we need to beat traffic." Charlie explains as the two hurry along.
Talia follows the man out of the airport and the breeze of the passed rain sent chills up her spine. "I forgot how cold Forks gets." Talia says hopping into the passenger seat of the cruiser while Charlie makes sure all of her belongings are packed in the back.
Charlie chuckles at her comment asking as he turned the engine on and pulled out of the parking lot, "right, you live in Arizona. Does it ever rain there?"
"Not as much." Talia replies admiring the scenery through the window. "I missed this place. It smells so fresh here."
The scent of wet asphalt, pine trees, and fresh rain filled Talia's lungs, triggering a wave of memories from childhood summers spent in the cloudy town. Charlie chuckled glancing over to see Talia leaning her head against the window taking in the damp green world outside. Every now and then she caught glimpses of open fields beyond the trees.
The older man didn't know how to have a conversation with a 17 year old girl who was here to hopefully help his daughter out of her depression. Awkwardly he asked, "how's your dad?"
