I boarded with the last group, slipped into seat 14C, pulled my hair forward, and kept my face down.
The plane filled around me with the ordinary noises of people settling in.
Overhead bins slamming, seat belts clicking, a baby fussing three rows ahead, and a businessman arguing softly into his phone until a flight attendant told him to switch it off.
Then the doors closed, and the plane pushed back.
A crackle came over the speaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain…”
I smiled like an idiot, waiting for the standard welcome. Weather in our destination city, expected flight time, and smooth conditions en route.
But then Daniel paused.
“Before we get going, I’d like to do something I’ve never done on a flight before,” he said. “There’s a very special someone on this plane tonight. Someone who means absolutely everything to me.”
My face went hot.
