Jose and I waited in the airport café for my plane to be called.

"What are you going to say when you see her?" Jose asked. I haven't given it much thought.

"Not sure." I took a sip of my iced coffee.

"Tell her what's on your mind. Tell her you love her." I couldn't understand why Jose was helping me. This was not like Jose to care about another human being.

"Why do you care?" I asked.

"Huh?" he asked surprised.

"Why do you care? You've never given a damn about me, and you choose now to care."

"Al, as much as I torture and tease you, you're my brother, and I know how happy Heather makes you. I haven't seen you that happy in a while."

"Oh my god, you're actually showing compassion!"

"Tell anybody and I'll deny it." He punched me playfully in the shoulder. It finally felt like Jose was my brother. Then we heard my plane being called. The both of us stood up.

"Good luck Al." Jose gave me a one armed hug.

"Thanks."

"Remember, tell Heather what's on your mind."
"You're right. When I see her I'm gonna pull out that ring." I began to walk away.

"Wait, you're gonna ask her to marry you?" Jose yelled. I kept walking; I forgot I didn't tell anybody about the ring.

I got off the plane in New York, and got my bags. I went outside, and waited for a taxi. I found a taxi and got in; the driver was a man who looked to be in his late thirties, maybe in his early forties who smelled of McDonald's.

"Where to?" He asked.

"43 Gerard Street." He started to drive. I was only a few minutes away form seeing Heather.