The flight is delayed, and while I sit in the terminal waiting area, Cole spends the connection time grumbling and pacing up and down between the brightly lit shops and cafes. Every so often, he goes into a shop, buys something, then brings it back and dumps it onto the little plastic table next to me. So far, I’ve gotten two romance paperbacks, a cup of coffee, a salad, a cinnamon bun, and a pack of sweets. Apparently, trying to keep me happy is the only thing that’s keeping him sane right now.
