Did We Fall in Love at the Airport?
<h2>I imagined the entire scenario.</h2>
<p>I go over to interrupt and ask if this gate is for San Francisco.</p>
<p>You kindly tell me it is. I say thank you, and I notice your boarding ticket. “You’re in the seat next to me,” I tell you.</p>
<p>You joke about how no one prints their boarding passes anymore, but you have a nostalgia for it. You like to collect them into a scrapbook because travel is a big part of your life.</p>
<p>I tell you I feel the same way, and I subtly mention how easy it is to travel when going solo. Nothing to hold you back.</p>
<p>You tell me it’s your favorite way to travel. Alone. And it’s easy to hop a plane on the weekend when unattached.</p>
<p>This confirms you’re single. No kids. Just like me.</p>
<p>At the same time, we ask each other if we’d like to go get a drink.</p>
<p>We laugh and joke about how it’s happy hour somewhere in the world.</p>
<p>We order some mimosas.</p>
<p>We talk about our lives.</p>
<p>We talk about travel.</p>
<p>This is the meet-cute we’ll tell friends and family at dinner parties.</p>
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<p>“It was just like in the movies.”</p>
<p>“I knew I was at the right gate, but I asked her anyway so I could talk to her.”</p>
<p>“I noticed him glancing my way and just hoped we’d be sitting next to one another on the plane.”</p>
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