They sat together, close, a little too close some of the other passengers think. “Lovers”, scoffs Mrs. Hamilton, who is sitting the row behind. This just makes Sarah giggle, which in turns makes Charles grin and lean in even closer to her. He whispers “lovers” into her ear just before he nibbles it. They sit close. They hold hands and smile at each other. They are happy.
They have been planning this trip for a long time, two years in fact. Almost from the moment they exchanged their first smile at Momma’s Coffee House. Sarah was in such a rush, as she stopped in to grab her usual mocha to take to her meeting. She hardly noticed the very handsome stranger chuckling to himself as she rushed by, in her Tasmanian Devil style whirlwind, delighting everyone in her path. She hardly noticed him, that is, until she turned to leave and smacked him with her purse, sending its contents flying across the floor. He laughed a deep genuine laugh that you can’t help but laugh along with. Sarah, startled, and upset at being slowed down, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So she did both. She stood there, in the middle of Momma’s Coffee House, holding her cup, dropping her half empty purse on the floor, laughing so hard she cried. Poor Charles never had a chance. He was lost in her the moment he heard her laugh.
He knelt down and starts picking up her spilled items as she stood there laugh crying. He held one of her business cards in his hand as he looked up and asked “Sarah?”, she smiled back sweetly and knelt down along side of him, “yes, Sarah Pennington, nice to meet you…?” she asked as she put out her hand. “Charles Archer” he replied with a handshake “my pleasure”, he added with a wink. They finished picking up the contents of her purse, except for the business card Charles still had in his hand. He reached out to hand it to her, but then pulled back and said “do you mind if I hold on to this? I’d kind of like to call you sometime, maybe buy you a coffee, and slow down your pace”, he was stretching and he know it, you could see it on his face. Surprised and now running very late Sarah smiled and replied “How about, IF you make the call, I will buy the coffee. It’s the least I can do for accosting you with my purse. Gotta run now, I’m late. Thanks for the help, AND the laugh”, and with that she was out the door. He was left standing in her dust trail, stupid grin on his face.
As soon as Sarah was around the corner and out of site of the Coffee House, she stopped, leaned against the wall, and let out a little giggle. She said to herself, “Well, Mr. Archer, I hope you do call. I hope you call very much!” And off she walked, stupid grin on her face.
He called her that night; that was two years ago to the day. During their first coffee date he told her he was going to take her to Mexico, to the beach. He would tell her many more times during the next two years. Each and every time she would just giggle and say, “well, then, I guess I’ll just have to stick around until that happens.” But here they were, sitting hand in hand, finally on their way.
The plane was leaving the runway for takeoff; Sarah whispered to Charles “I wish I could snuggle in your lap” he grinned back “I do too!” “But I think Mrs. Hamilton would shit a brick if you did that.” With that Sarah laughed out loud, Charles put a finger to her lips to shush her, but was grinning the whole time. He always made her laugh and he was in love with her laugh, had been since the first day. They were good for each other, and neither had been so happy before. As the plane took off Sarah closed her eyes and drifted off, Charles held her hand, watching her, grinning like a child on Christmas morning; and despite herself, Mrs. Hamilton smiled too. Their love and happiness seemed to be infectious.