RIO
Lucy, who was sitting over with her husband, moved over and sat next to me on the loveseat with Wolf. She turned her body slightly to face me head-on. There was something profoundly searching in her eyes.
“Rio, when you left your awful friend at the airport, did you go inside with her?” I didn’t understand the direction she was going with this, or the relevance of the question, but I nodded anyway.
“Yes. We parked —horrible, by the way. I never want to deal with airport parking again.” I took a look at Wolf. I hoped that there was something long-term here, and maybe we might travel someday.
With a knowing smirk, Wolf said, “Noted.”
I turned back to Lucy. “So, after we parked. I walked with her inside. She was up until the check-in gates, thinking that we were both going back home.
