Reservations

Christopher

The limo I had hired was waiting for us at the airport when we landed. I loved watching how excited Leila got when she realized the limo was there for us. She hadn’t stopped smiling since we had taken off from Houston.

“I feel like I’m in a dream,” she exclaimed as we sipped more champagne in the back of the limousine.

“I’m happy you’re happy.”

“Where are we going?” she asked staring out the dark window at the many lights of Buffalo, New York.

“I’ve made reservations at a hotel in the city,” I told her.

“When?” she asked with surprise.

“About five minutes ago,” I said with a laugh. “Thankfully we aren’t in the peak season.”

“You are sneaky! I didn’t even know you did that.”

I winked. “I can’t reveal all of my secrets.”

“This is incredible,” she whispered before turning to look at me again. “Truly, thank you for this. I’ve never done anything so spontaneous. This is crazy and awesome, and I feel like a kid taking my first trip to Disneyland.”

“Have you been?” I asked.

“Been