~ Lily ~
The flight to Chicago passes in a way I haven’t experienced in years.
Usually, I spend business trips with my laptop open before the plane even leaves the runway, trying to get ahead of meetings that haven’t started yet and by the time we land, I’m already tired of the city I’m visiting.
But this time my laptop never leaves my bag.
Hector takes the window seat, watching the clouds with the quiet curiosity of someone who still allows himself to enjoy ordinary things. Every now and then he points something out below us, a river twisting through farmland, tiny towns stitched together by long highways, and I find myself looking simply because he asked me to.
Which makes me feel embarrassingly easy to please.
At one point our hands brush while reaching for the same packet of pret
