An hour later David walked out of the shop looking as though he were heading for a photo shoot for GQ magazine. With him was James, who had insisted on driving David to the airport himself.
"Hey, I'm happy to do it," he said with a smile. "It's just a thrill to meet you, to be a bit player in this great love story. And, I'll have a great tale to tell my friends!”
David made it back to the airport just as they were calling for passengers to board the chartered flight. He stowed his carry-on in an overhead compartment and took his aisle seat in the fifteenth row. Before long, he noticed a young woman sitting two rows up and across the aisle from him. She seemed to be staring at him.
David took out a magazine and tried to read, but he could feel the woman's eyes on him. Once the plane had
