CHARLOTTE

He stood up and shoved his hand into his pocket, and for the first time since he walked through the door, I noticed his outfit. He was wearing a blue shirt and black pants, with a white rose embroidered at the hem of his shirt, which served as a reminder that we were from different worlds.

Yet somehow, our realities had intertwined. “Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we never met on the plane?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“I think we would’ve crossed paths somehow, Ms. Edwards,” he said, smiling.

I relaxed as a familiar warmth filled his eyes. “You sound so sure,” I...