But I shake my head because I’m looking at her. Only her. Those beautiful eyes meet mine again as she grins.
“Got any good ideas to pass the time? I’ve got about three hours ...”
“Yeah,” I whisper, leaning in for another kiss. “I got a few.”
My eyes are still closed as I take a deep breath, the morning light shining through a split in my curtains trying to coax me awake. I smile, stretching, about to say her name when I realize ...
Aw man . . .
She’s gone. I blink my eyes open, looking around. Last night, or technically this morning, was something else. It felt like magic, which is appropriate because now, poof, she’s disappeared.
I hear the words she said, staring down, sweat on her brow, and a smile on her face.
In another life we would’ve been something.
Yeah.I whisper-kissed the dip between her throat and collarbone.We would’ve been.
My head lolls to the side, hoping to pick up her scent from the pillow she slept on, but instead I see the bar napkin—the one she wrote the list on.
Each item’s crossed out, but my name has a heart around it. With an arrow straight through the middle.
I smile, picking it up, but as I do so, it folds, and that makes the smile ten times bigger because on the back in dark slashes is her number.
I’m reaching for my phone without hesitation, thankful that Benny left it in my room for me. The moment I program her into my phone, I send a text.
Me:I always knew you were the love em and leave em type. And on V Day of all days.
Bubbles come up, then go away, but my stomach keeps flipping.
Juliet:Leave em? I gave you my number. I could’ve just left you with the memory.
I laugh as another text comes in.
Juliet:But if you’re fishing for compliments, then you should know I only got onboard wifi for you. Now keep me company. This flight is long and the dude next to me just took his socks off. That’s not making me feel the love today.
Me:Disgusting. Hold, beautiful . . . Cupid’s calling the FAA . . .
One Week Later
Juliet:Hi.
Juliet:I was playing it cool and waiting for you to text first, but I’m impatient.
Me:What ... I did text first. The morning you left.
Juliet:*sigh* That doesn’t count. The first timeAfterthe conversation is the most important. Duh. Everyone knows that.
Me:Got it. Hold on. Let me block you and then unblock you so we restart.
Juliet:hahaha. What are you doing?
Me:Thinking about that pizza rat. How’s the sun?
Juliet:Ewwww ... and marvelous. Not that I see much of it. Work’s crazy, it won’t let up until the end of March. I fear I have no life again. How’s the snow?
Me:Jesus. Stop stalking me already ... just say you miss me. You don’t have to lower yourself to the weather app.
Juliet:In another life.
