“You should go fly,” I said. “Even if it’s just a hobby.” “Would you go with me?” My jaw dropped. “W-what?” “Go with me. Have you ever been in a small plane?” “Um, no.” “Then we’ll go tomorrow.” He turned and walked away. Just declared we were flying, then walked away. “Wait. I have to work tomorrow.” “Then Tuesday,” he called over his shoulder, still walking.

