First Flight, Final Fall

by C.W. Farnsworth

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” Why is it the last person you want to see is always the one you run into? There is one person I didn’t want to encounter in Germany—actually all of Europe. A geographic region comprising millions of square miles. Thousands of clubs. One Adler Beck.

“I’ve never been on a date.” Beck breaks our volley. “What do you think this is?”

“It means I want to date you. Be in a relationship. Whatever you want to call it. I want you, Saylor.”