Liv: This airport—as you know—is kind of small, so I got through security fast and was to the gate with plenty of time to spare.
Ash: That’s a good thing.
Ash: What happens when you get to Seattle? Who’s picking you up?
I laugh softly as I shake my head.
Liv: No one, silly. We’ve been over this. No friends, remember?
Liv: I’ll take an Uber home. No biggie.
Liv: There was no way I was going to park at the airport for so long, and I don’t know anyone well enough to ask them to do the airport run. That requires a certain level of friendship.
Ash: Lol! I never thought about that, but you’re right.
Ash: Still, I hate to think of you driving with a stranger at night like that.
Liv: It won’t be that late. I land around 7:30. It’s all good. You don’t have to worry.
Ash: I can’t help it. It’s what I do.
Liv: Just one more reason why you’re so amazing.
Liv: How did I get so lucky?
Ash: I’m the lucky one.
“Aww…” I whisper, but I’m still kind of amazed that this is my life and that this man is mine.
Ash: Have a safe flight. I need to get back to work.
Ash: Text me when you land, okay?
Liv: Will do! And don’t work too hard!
Ash: I’m doing everything I can so I can leave Dallas and move onto the next thing.
Ash: I’m determined to keep myself busy until you’re back in Raleigh and then telling my boss I’m done with traveling for a while.
Liv: Really? Ash…we never talked about that! I don’t want you to jeopardize your job for me.
Ash: I’m not. I promise. It’s something I should have done a long time ago. Now I have a reason to.
I don’t even get to respond because he beats me to it.
Ash: I really need to go. I’ll talk to you later. Love you!
Liv: Love you too.
I stare at the phone for a minute before putting it away so I can just sit back and people watch for a little while. I’m starting to get a little anxious about the whole boarding process because I don’t want to argue with anyone or have any confrontations about my seat again.
Ugh…I seriously pray there’s no repeat of the flights here.
Although, I wouldn’t mind a repeat with Ash. I would love to be flying home with him right now instead of doing it alone.
It’s kind of crazy how I was genuinely okay living my quiet little introverted life for the last five or so years. Now, after spending time with my friends and meeting Ash, I’m dreading going home—even though I know it’s only temporary.
My flight is called, and I gather my things and nearly sag with relief when I board with no drama. My seatmate is an elderly gentleman who is going to visit his son and daughter-in-law. No one tries to guilt me out of my seat, and I end up dozing off for most of the flight.
