“Where are you headed today, miss?”
I lock up, my mind going blank. Paris. Say Paris. That’s where I need to go.
But an inkling of a feeling stops me short.
Waiting for something.
Where the hell is Adriano going?
And without so much as a text. No message to fill me in.
“There you go, Mr. Colombo, looks like you’re all set. Any bags to check?” She’s flirting with him, smiling as she taps on her keyboard.
Back off, woman. He’s taken.
Wow. Really, Gloria?
“No, thank you. Just my carry-on.” He smiles politely, fidgeting with his wallet, his phone, checking it quickly before shoving into his pocket.
Dammit, I need a hint…
“Excellent. Anything fun planned?”
“Just visiting family.”
“Ooo! That sounds nice. And even better, looks like you were upgraded to first class!” She sets the ticket on the counter. “Be sure to thank your boss.”
“I sure will,” he mutters tightly.
Come on. Anything!
“Well, enjoy your flight!”
“Thank you,” he says, turning away. Walking away.
No. No! I need to know where he’s going.
“Miss, if you aren’t ready, please let another customer go first?”
“Just a second,please,” I say, just above a whisper, scrambling for a clue, any sign, digging through my purse like an idiot, pretending I lost something…
“Oh, sir!” The other clerk shouts.
Adriano turns back, his eyes passing over me, back to the desk.
“You forgot your passport!”
“Oh. I’m all out of sorts, today.”
“No worries, but you wouldn’t get out of the Rome airport without this.” She lowers her voice, teasing him quietly.
Yes!
“One ticket to Rome. Something near the back of the plane?”
“Certainly. And how will you be paying?”
“Cash.”