I’m about to tell her exactly what I think of her when my phone pings. It’s an update from the airline, indicating that I should remain close to the terminal to listen for updated information as it becomes available.
It pings again. That was quick.
Nope, it’s my sister.
Jess: What time are you getting in? I’m so excited to see you
I hum with frustration.
Me: Emergency landing in Podunk, Wisconsin. Apparently bad storms moving through. Hopefully can get back in air soon
“Can you stop?”Shehas turned around and is now glaring. There’s no mistaking it.
“Stop what?” I’m just standing here, texting my sister.
“You’re growling like a bear. Or maybe a disgruntled badger. We are in Wisconsin.”
If it were any other woman slinging this insult, I’d probably turn it around into a flirtation. Seeing as how it’s Andi Nichols, I’d rather hit on a bear. Or a badger.
I’m sure either would be friendlier.
A loud clap of thunder rattles the windows of the terminal as rain begins to pelt. We both pause our momentary arguing to look at Mother Nature’s fury.
It’s unsettling to watch from the safety of the airport. I can’t imagine what flying through this would be like. It may be inconvenient, but I’m glad we landed.
“Is this going to mess up your day?” I ask Andi without looking at her. I don’t know why I ask. I’m not one for small talk, and she’s the last person I want to be making it with.
In the minute that it takes her to answer, I sneak a glance to see her expression. I wish I hadn’t. “What?” Her nose wrinkles in disgust, as if talking to me is beneath her.
“Cool your jets, Andrew. I was just being polite.” I don’t know where that name came from, but I like it. If I had to put her number in my phone—which I cannot ever see myself doing—that’s how I’d save it. I smile a little at the thought.
Sometimes, it’s the little things.
Chapter 11: Andi
Andrew?
