Tiffany
Our honeymoon is over. We've spent the last few days visiting cafes and restaurants and pretending that we are a couple who are deeply in love with each other. Larry drives us to the hangar where his plane is and we board. This time around we sit side by side.
"First impressions?" I ask him.
He chuckles but doesn't say anything for a while. Instead, he puts on a movie for us.
"Are you going to keep me waiting?" I ask with a soft smile.
"First impressions?" He muses about the question at the tip of his tongue. "I thought you were really pretty."
"I know you're only saying that to make me smile."
"Well, is it working?"
"I hate you!" I smirk at him and he throws his head back, laughing.
When the plane lands, his driver comes to pick us up, driving us straight back to the
