Martha pulled up to Landry’s house at exactly 1 pm on Sunday afternoon, as scheduled. Having no idea what to expect, she had opted to wear a black maxi dress to balance comfort for traveling to New York and versatility in case they went anywhere with a dress code. She skipped up to the front door and knocked. Landry answered, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt.
“You ready to go?” he asked.
“Yup!” Martha replied.
Landry smiled and pulled a pair of aviator sunglasses out of his back pocket and put them on. Martha pulled her own aviators out of her purse and slid them on, amused that they matched. Landry took her hand and led her to his car.
“Are you comfortable taking a helicopter again? We can drive, if you want, if your la
