Chapter 42

• At three o'clock we are boarding the plane at two-thirty. Needless to say, this is the first time I am traveling by plane and I am super nervous. Ian hasn't stopped trying to calm me down, and somehow that touches me.
• "I know it sounds cliché, but... What's your favorite food?" he asks curiously.
• "Oh... I don't think it's cliché, that's a standard question," I laugh at the way he says it, as if it were something bad. "I don't have one in particular, but I prefer tacos. I love tacos in all their presentations, except if they contain liver. I hate the taste. And yours?"