Gabe: True. But it’s just not the same.
Layla: Can’t argue with that. I’m sure you’ll manage.
Gabe: Text me when you land.
Layla: I will.
Gabe:
Layla:
Gabe: Harsh!
Layla:
As soon as our text convo is over, I smile. Gabe is a mature, strong man. Yet he texts me emojis. I just shake my head. He’s such a lovable goof and it’s just another thing I love about him.
Slam dunk. That’s the only way I can describe the outcome of the meeting I was just in. As I made my presentation, the team ate up every single word I said. I have no doubt they’ll be sending word to Cora that they want to buy one of my startups. Feeling pleased, I request a rideshare back to my hotel. It’s time for a little rest and relaxation and some room service.
I’m happily munching away at my food when my phone buzzes with an incoming text.
Gabe: How’d it go?
Layla: I nailed it!
Gabe: That’s my woman.
Layla: How’d your day go?
Gabe: Good. Spent some time with my kids.
Layla: That’s good.
Gabe: It was. But I’d rather be spending time with you.
Layla:
Gabe: When does your flight land tomorrow?
Layla: Around 11:00 am.
Gabe: I’ll pick you up from the airport.
Layla: You don’t have to do that.
Gabe: I want to.
Layla: Thank you.
Gabe: Of course. I may or may not have ulterior motives…
Layla:
Gabe:
Layla: You poor thing.
Gabe: Stop it…
