our very first date. I felt like a nervous teenager again, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I drove to the airport.
Navigating the terminal felt like a spy mission. I wore large sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat, keeping my head low as I approached the gate. My heart nearly hammered out of my chest when I saw him standing by the jet bridge, looking sharp and authoritative in his pilot’s uniform.
He was laughing with the first officer, his eyes crinkling in that way I loved so much. For
