He looked at her, his eyes appearing more yellow than green then. “You do know you’re signing up for traveling with a stranger, right?”
She nodded. “This is crazy, but I feel like this is something I have to do.”
He laughed. That loud, childlike laugh she was becoming quickly familiar with. “Well, I’m on your side. If that’s what you want…”
She nodded, her teeth scraping her bottom lip as that inherent part of her – – the one she was trying to stamp out with sheer force of will – – gnawed on her incessant, sporadic list of worries. She blew a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”
The corner of his eyes crinkled. “I’ll see you at the airport tomorrow. If you don’t show up, I’m not going to hold it against you.” He added teasingly.
She burst out laughing, her worries momentarily forgotten. “Maybe you’re the one who’ll end up not showing up.”
“Not going to happen,” He said.
“Famous last words,” She said. He laughed and she felt like she made the right decision.