“Hi, I’m Rusty. I believe you’re my driver?” ⁣⁣

After landing, I park the plane and tie it down. My heart begins to palpitate. Now that I’m on the ground, nerves overtake me. Even though we’ve spent hours talking to each other every night, we’ve only been around each other a couple of times. This all seems insane. What if, for some reason, we no longer have chemistry? ⁣⁣

As I exit the tarmac and head to the FBO, Abby’s standing in the lobby with a poster board that reads “Rusty.” All of her beautiful golden locks are tucked up into a newsboy c...