Unexpected

California dreaming

I look out the window of the Dreamliner as it circles above the Pacific Ocean before landing.  Flying isn't my absolute favorite, but I don't mind so much on this plane.  It's the epitome of comfort and entertainment.  The three hour flight flies by even though I have the ultimate anticipation going on.  These last few minutes as we land and taxi are the hardest ever.  I had to check my luggage since we're going to a party at a major player's house Saturday night and I needed to bring a decent ensemble.  That means even more time wasted in the airport before I can see my precious Andrew.

I sent him a text when we landed, but by the time I exit the terminal, he has called me a dozen times.  He wouldn't tell me what car to look for, but said I'd know it when I see it.  What the hell does that mean?  I look down the rows of cars, but don't see him. 

My phone rings again and I answer this time.  "Faith, why aren't you answering?  Nevermind.  Where are you?"

"Er, standing outside.  I don't see you."

"Okay, hen.  I had to make another loop.  I'll be in front of your terminal momentarily."

He ends the call and I continue to scan the cars.  After a couple of minutes, I see him.  He's right.  There'd be no way to miss him.  He's driving a Dodge Challenger in granite crystal. I'd know my car anywhere. 

When he pulls to the curb, he's out and over to me before I can grab the handle on my luggage.  He gives me his customary bear hug lifting me off the ground and I respond with my usual leg wrap around his waist.  A honk reminds us where we are.

As Andrew bends to grab my luggage, he says, "You're a sight for sore eyes, Faith.  I could not have waited another minute to see you."

I walk with him to the car as he puts the luggage in the trunk.  "I missed you too, baby.  Where in the world did you find this car?  I certainly feel right at home."

"That, darling, was the general idea.  You'd be surprised what you can find in LA.  It didn't take much research at all."

We get in and secure ourselves with the seatbelts before Andrew pulls into traffic.  "You're very thoughtful.  I appreciate the gesture."  I reach over and squeeze his thigh with my hand.

He holds my hand on his thigh and returns the squeeze.  "I'd do just about anything to make you happy."

I smile at his profile as he navigates the airport.  I can feel the tears in my eyes, but I blink several times to keep them banked.  It seems as though he's too good to be true.  I know he isn't perfect, but he sure does have some lovable qualities.  When I get myself together, I ask, "Where is your temporary housing anyway?"

"It's on the outskirts of West Hollywood in between Santa Monica Boulevard and Melrose.  It's a lovely spot and convenient to everything."

"Sounds like it.  I know you've said it's very comfortable too.  I can't wait to see it."