'He Won’t Admit It But He Knows What Will Happen' by Melissa Flores Anderson

I will arrive early and look around the airport for a bathroom, will pull out my toothbrush from
my carry and will scrub the stale taste out of my mouth and will spritz a bit of that fruity perfume
on my neck. I will straighten the spot where my hair will be frizzled on top and will apply
another layer of lip gloss so my lips will shine. I will step into a stall to empty my bladder and
will reach into the v of my dress and dip my hand into the cup of the pink bra to adjust my
breasts upward, and they will settle back into the ideal position to create cleavage. I will wash
my hands and the industrial antibacterial soap will mingle with the perfume, and I will walk out
to check the monitor for his gate number.

He will be 20 minutes out, up above the clouds still, and he will look at a picture of me on his
phone. He will remind himself that he is not going to kiss me again, he will not touch me, he will
not want me, he will stick with his plan to convert me back into a friend. I will wait in a gray seat
and will look at the time on my phone.

He will depart from the plane and will find me near his gate where I will be standing in the same
dress as before and he will look at my unsure eyes and his resolve will crumble and he will pull
me into his arms and he will love me again.