“Wow.”
They stared at each other, suddenly off balance. Before either one of them could say anything else, their flight was called, first-class passengers ahead of everyone else.
“That’s me,” Alana said, standing. “How are you going?”
“Steerage, I think. In the baggage compartment with the dogs.”
She laughed. “Well…see you on the other side.”
She lifted a hand. He almost stood. But she started walking away before he could move. She turned back once and smiled at him, though. He took that smile with him onto the plane and into his narrow window seat, and tucked it around him with the thin airline blanket when he fell asleep, with his tiny pillow pressed against the humming Plexiglas.
Maybe anything was possible after all.
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