Astrid

 I adjusted my shades as I stood by the arrival gate, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. The plane she was on had just landed, and I figured it’d be nice to pick her up. 

 Joan had been a great host when we visited New York, so it wouldn’t hurt to be warm toward her now that she was in Seattle. 

 I spotted her immediately. She wasn’t the kind of woman you could easily overlook. With fiery red hair and striking green eyes, she was the definition of beauty. But this ...