““I can’t believe you’re here,” I say, clasping his hand in mine. “Where were you when you left that voice mail earlier today?” “Ah…I was waiting for my connection in Newark. I was supposed to fly home, but I changed my ticket for Chicago last minute. Like, seriously last minute. I saw the last person on the plane before they closed the cabin door.” “Just like that?” “Just like that,” he says. “I had your address, so I crossed my fingers that you were home.” “Risky.” “Worth it, though. Here we are.” He rubs his thumb along mine. “Here we are.””
