I settled in my seat – the window, luckily, despite the Southwest boarding nonsense.
“Hi,” she said from beside me. “You on business or pleasure?” Her southern twang lent friendliness.
“Both. My fiancé is relocating. Spending the weekend looking for a place.”
“You’re kiddin’, that’s what I’m doin’!”
“What are the odds?” I guess Denver was the new place to be.
I looked out the window, picturing Owen’s face, while I watched the bustle of pre-flight activity outside. It had been two weeks of texts and FaceTime. I couldn’t wait to feel his arms again.
“What area of the city, do you know yet?” she said. I was glad, friendly conversation to pass the time, maybe my first new friend.
“I’m not sure. My mother-in-law-to-be gave me her companion pass so I could surprise him. She doesn’t think he’s making enough progress on his own.”
She laughed. “We’re looking at downtown – close to everything…”
The flight passed enjoyably, this new friendship blossoming while we discussed the challenges of finding employment halfway across the country. We both loved yoga, maybe we would end up at the same studio. This new chapter would be just what I needed.
My heart skipped as I walked toward the outside world, alone now. Was that Owen’s face in the crowd? I scanned frantically. It was him! I quickened my steps when I saw his smile of recognition, so happy to see me. My heart broke as I saw him embrace her, walking just ahead of me.