  &quot;An Airport?&quot; my squeaky voice comes out as a disappointment.
      Quinn casts me a quick look and picks up a six pack of beer before getting out of the car. I follow his action, pick my frozen yogurt, which he bought begrudgingly and get out.
      I look around the deserted area with dirt and the fence that separates the airport and us. Can t deny we have a great view of the runway.  But I can t picture Quinn enjoying plane spotting.
      He sits on the hood of the car and I do the same.
      &quot;What is so great about this?&quot; I ask.
      &quot;I just love seeing a big powerful machine float in the air. &quot; He sighs.
      I give an inward groan, &quot;Men and Machines.&quot;
      &quot;That should be on a T-shirt, M&M.&quot; He says.
      I give him a toothy grin.
      He opens a beer.  He hands it to me and picks up another one. I watch him take a gulp.
  

  It's drizzling as Quinn stops outside my apartment building. I watch a drop stream down the windshield.
      I prepare myself to welcome him inside but he is quick to speak, &quot;You should get going.&quot; His eyes are set on three guys that are walking towards his car.
      The trip from his penthouse he spend most of it on his phone. I remember he ended the call assuring the caller he will be there. Now seeing the muscular and tattooed guys striding towards us I connect the dots and conclude, Quinn was talking to one of them.
      He moves and reaches for the shotgun door and opens it ushering me outside. I step out and the rain mercilessly pounds on me.
      &quot;Just go, please.&quot; Quinn begs as his eyes hold a queer emotion.
      The fact he said please is enough to for me to know there's more to this. I take some steps forward before turning to give Quinn a last glance

  Once Quinn's honey glazed lamb chops are placed on the table. I regret my choice of meal.
      &quot;The weather is nice...&quot; Quinn catches me off guard.
      I tear my gaze away from the tantalizing meal and find his stare trained on me. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
      I don't respond immediately. So Quinn perceives it otherwise. &quot;I really suck in this, small talk isn't my strongest skill.&quot; He waves his phone. &quot;I had to google icebreakers.&quot;
      Miriam returns with my fries; she places them in front of me. Her eyes glinting with mischief and never leaving mine.
      &quot;Where is the Ketchup?&quot; Quinn asks. &quot;She doesn't take her fries without ketchup.&quot; He demands.
      Am shocked he noticed.
      I expect Miriam to be offended by his tone. But instead she smiles at me knowingly. &quot;Ya' got him where ya' need him to be.&quot; She

&quot;An Airport?&quot; my squeaky voice comes out as a disappointment.
      Quinn casts me a quick look and picks up a six pack of beer before getting out of the car. I follow his action, pick my frozen yogurt, which he bought begrudgingly and get out.
      I look around the deserted area with dirt and the fence that separates the airport and us. Can t deny we have a great view of the runway.  But I can t picture Quinn enjoying plane spotting.
      He sits on the hood of the car and I do the same.
      &quot;What is so great about this?&quot; I ask.
      &quot;I just love seeing a big powerful machine float in the air. &quot; He sighs.
      I give an inward groan, &quot;Men and Machines.&quot;
      &quot;That should be on a T-shirt, M&M.&quot; He says.
      I give him a toothy grin.
      He opens a beer.  He hands it to me and picks up another one. I watch him take a gulp.
      I swing mine and take a sip too.
      &quot;What is your dream destination?&quot; He a

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