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gonna be cutting it close, though.”

Christy nodded. Then she jerked upright. She yanked open her purse but then relaxed.

I chuckled as she pulled out her ticket. “Thought you’d forgotten it?”

“Yeah. My mom sent it to me a month ago, and I kept it on top of my dresser so I wouldn’t lose it.”

“Ha ha. Very funny, Mr. Clean.”

“Hold on a sec… That’s the ticket your mom sent you? I thought you were going to trade it in and get one on the same flight as mine.”

“I forgot. We’ve been so busy and all.”

“Oh. Okay. So… no problem.

“I’m sorry, but this flight left four hours ago,” the ticket agent explained when we got there. “I can’t exchange it.”

“Can’t you do anything?” I insisted.

“No, I’m sorry. I can only refund a ticket before the time of departure.”

I took a firm grip on my frustration.

“Can’t I just buy a new one?” Christy asked.

“Of course. To San Diego via Atlanta?”

The agent checked her terminal. “We have a flight that leaves in thirty minutes.”

“That one!” Christy said. She was actually excited.

I was borderline furious. First, that she’d forgotten to exchange her original ticket. But also because she’d have to pay for a new one. Last-minute tickets were insanely expensive, although the agent was able to refund the cost of the return ticket and apply it to the new ones. Still, Christy didn’t bat an eye when the agent told her how much it would cost.

“Can I write a check?” she asked.

“See?” Christy said to me. “Problem solved.”

pay for her ticket if her check wasn’t good.

We spent another ten minutes getting the ticket printed and paid for, but the agent called the gate to tell them we were coming. We made it with ten minutes to spare. As far as I was concerned, that was nearly the same as watching the plane depart without us. Christy seemed unfazed and chattered about her family or something.

I wasn’t paying attention. Instead, I was wondering how crazy I was to want a relationship with her.

She didn’t know a thing about my lifestyle, either. And she seemed willfully oblivious to my moods.

The last wasn’t really true. She was acutely aware of my frustration and the reason for it. She simply didn’t know how to deal with it. Mindless chatter was her answer. I finally figured it out after she nervously glanced at me the fifth or sixth time.