Page 133 of Love Unavoidable
This is the problem with acting impulsively, if you get too long to think about it, the impulse seems silly. Life isn’t like the movies. Just because I make a grand gesture doesn’t mean it will all work out. Maybe if Sadie were Lexie since Lexie is all about the grand gesture. Hell, for all I know, Sadie is all about the grand gesture too.
But you don’t know.
I don’t have to know her to know she’s it. Do I?
I pace back and forth in front of the windows, going from the counter at my gate, to the counter at the gate just beyond mine. The flight attendant working the counter throws me a sympathetic smile, I half smile back.
“You in a hurry to get home to your family?” she asks.
“No, actually this is home. I’m waiting to go see . . . a friend.”
“Your girlfriend?” She smiles as she asks.
“Eh . . . it’s complicated.” I run my hand over my face. “I’m hoping she’s still my girlfriend.”
Her smile fades when I say that.
Figures.
Why can’t Sadie be as transparent?
“She’s a lucky girl,” the attendant says with a sigh.
“No, I’ll be the lucky one. Just have to convince her to come back to me.”
She slaps her hand over her heart and looks at me with one of those pretend frowny faces that are really meant to be an “oh-that’s-so-sweet” face.
“Any idea when we’ll be boarding?”
“It shouldn’t be too much longer now.”
This is going to be a long day.
