I smiled back, feeling a little shy, yet invigorated by the spontaneity of it all. “Heading out,” I replied, the words tasting sweet on my tongue. “I’m Linda, by the way.”
“David,” he offered, extending his hand. “First time traveling alone?”
“Well, first time in a long while,” I admitted, shaking his hand. I felt a warmth in his grip, a kind of reassurance that I hadn’t felt in a while. As the plane began to taxi, I noticed the excitement bubbling in my chest. It felt liberating.
