We arrived at O’Hare International Airport in Chicago at almost five in the afternoon. After touchdown, I pulled out my cell phone and called for Luke. I knew he was aware of our arrival time, considering he was the one who booked the flight.
After informing Luke that we had landed, I took our carry-on luggage, and Lenna waited for my instructions as per my request. Since this was now my town, I warned her about the paparazzi that might be lurking in the airport. She didn’t flinch throughout my explanation and kept her composure.
“Don’t worry, Kyle. I can handle a few bullies,” she commented after my short speech.
“One of the things I like about you,” I muttered to myself, not really aware I had said it out loud.
I knew she heard what I said from the sudden silence and her flushed fac
