Speechless, Michael drops me off at the airport as promised. He takes my bag from the trunk and heaves it onto the porter’s dolly. “You pack heavy,” he complains.

“My skates are in there.”

“That explains it.”

He pays the porter before offering me some of his money. I decline to wave it off, “Thanks for the lift.”

“Thanks for hearing me out,” he says walking away. The porter follows me. The ticket counters are busy, so I picked the shortest line, and waited patiently. “I’ll take the next flight out!”

The too ugly to be a flight attendant girl says, “Uh,” as she pops her gum and stares at...