The cashier burst out laughing.
Even a man standing near the entrance smiled.
Brittany’s cheeks turned pink.
“You’re just jealous.”
“Of your perfume? Not particularly.”
She grabbed her shopping bag and marched toward the exit.
At the door, she turned back one final time.
“Some women simply don’t know how to appreciate beautiful things.”
I smiled.
“And some beautiful things don’t know how to behave.”
She disappeared into the terminal, leaving a trail of perfume behind her.
I paid for Emily’s gift, tucked it safely into my handbag, and headed toward my departure gate.
I was certain I would never see Brittany again.
I was wrong.
An Unwelcome Reunion at Thirty-Five Thousand Feet
My flight was almost full.
As I approached my row, I noticed an elderly gentleman struggling to lift his carry-on bag into the overhead compartment.
I hurried forward and helped steady it.
