I make it all the way outside the airport without anyone stopping me.

And, unfortunately, without realizing I've probably just ruined whatever chance I had of getting to Atlanta tonight.

There's no way I'm going back to that gate. I can't. I can try to get another flight on another airline, but judging by my luck the first time around, the chances of that happening are pretty slim.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Luca just declared his love for me in ...