Airplane
Danny drummed his fingers impatiently on his mini-table and tapped his feet on the foot rest noisily. He was sitting up, anxiously fumbling around and swiveling his head everywhere.
The old lady sitting next to him took of her earphones to momentarily observe his strage demeanor.
"You okay, honey?" she asked, staring at Danny. "Little fussy, aren't you?"
Danny went pink. "I'm sorry. I'm just… kinda nervous."
"There ain't nothing to be scared of sweetie. It's a flight to Montana. Unless you have a fear of buffalos and wheat…" the lady smiled.
Danny stifled a small laugh.
"No, ma'am. It's just that…" Danny scratched his head. "I'm kinda flying over to see someone."
"Ah. The special someone, ey? I'm guessing it's a long story?" the lady asked kindly.
"Quite," Danny answered with a smile.
"Well hurry up then, it's only a 3 hour flight you know."
"Well I'll be damned. If that ain't young love, I don't know what is," the lady smiled, shaking her head in resignation.
"Is she pretty?" the lady asked.
Danny smiled.
"She's beautiful."
The lady sighed and laid her head on her seat.
"If you really love her, honey, just don't let her go. Too many people make that mistake."
She tapped his cheek with her palm and put her earphones back on. It took a while for her words to sink in.
"I won't," Danny promised. "I won't let her go."