When he hung up. And looked around the diner where she'd sat to give him her undivided attention.

She took in a deep breath. These first few weeks would be hard on her, but she would be with him in San Francisco in just two weeks. She'd barely taken took four steps away from the seat she'd been sitting in when her phone rang again.

"Hello?"

"I love you, too."

She smiled. "You almost forgot to say it back to me."

"You know that if I ever forget to say it, I always meant to."

"I know love." She hung up. She stayed in the airport diner for the next several minutes just to see if he would call her again. No, who was she kidding? She was hoping.

(Meanwhile)

David had taken his seat on the plane and had shut his phone off. Next to him sat a slim brunette with long flowing hair obviously in her teens.

"Hi, my name's David."

She shot him a look. "You're not trying to hit on me, are you?"

"No," he said defensively.

"Because you're like fifty!"

David smiled and chuckled softly. "I assure you that I'm not that old."

"Why are you not married?"

"I'm beginning to ask myself that same question. So do you have family in San Francisco?"

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

"Well, you've already been talking to me."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked bluntly.

David smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"Do you carry any pictures of her?"

"Actually, I don't."

"Come on, you have to have pictures of her in your wallet."

"Well, I don't, okay?"

"Are you embarrassed by her?"

"What!? No! She's bright and beautiful and funny and very attractive!"

"When what's wrong with her?"

David started looking down the aisle. He was wondering where the stewardesses were. He could tell he was going to need some alcohol on his flight. "Listen girl…"

"My name is Diane and I'm not a girl! I'm fifteen, so I am a lady! Get it right!"

Oh, for God's sake! Today's youth. He shook his head in disbelief, wondering if his parents put up with this from his sisters. He certainly hoped not.

"So, are you going to cough up the picture of your girl or not?"

He took out his wallet to show her that he didn't carry any pictures of her. Yet, when he opened it, a picture of Danielle fell out.

"What the-"

She must have slipped it in there when he wasn't looking.

Diane picked up the photo and looked at it. "She's pretty." She handed the picture back. "And you're weird."