Cindy stood in front of her building, watching the approaching traffic, anxious to catch sight of Brad. The Chicago traffic was light for a Saturday, probably due to the upcoming holiday weekend, and that odd way no one works either a few days before it or a few days after it. Then Cindy spotted his Mustang GT Convertible half a block down, and smiled as she watched it pull to the curb.
Brad opened the passenger door, and Cindy climbed in. They exchanged a nice, warm, kiss.
"Hi, sweetheart," Cindy said.
"Hello gorgeous," Brad replied back, smiling warmly at her, his blue eyes twinkling at her as they always seem to do.
"So why were you so insistent on picking me up?" Cindy asked.
"Oh, Ive got a little surprise planned," Brad said with a hint of mystery in his voice.
"Oh really? Are we going someplace special?"
"Yep," he said. "Now lets see how long it takes you to figure it out." He switched on some jazz music on the Mustang GT Convertibles stereo.
They drove on for a few moments, Cindy trying to guess Brad’s plan. But everything she suggested - a concert, a ballgame, a movie - was met by a shake of Brad’s blonde hair colored head. And then Cindy noticed the road sign for the airport turnoff.
"Oh my God," she said. "Were going to the airport?"
"Yep."
"Oh wow," Cindy continued excitedly. "Youre taking me to dinner at the airports hot sausage stand!" They both laughed. After a moment, Cindy said, "Really? Were going somewhere?"
"Yep," said Brad.
"Where?" Cindy asked.
"Gotta guess."
Cindy just let out a long sigh...
After they got parked, Brad and Cindy walked toward the terminal, Brad carrying both their bags. "I cannot believe you packed my bag without me even knowing it," she said. "Are you sure you got everything?"
"Everything important," Brad said. "Particularly your White Teddy."
"Oh, its going to be THAT kind of vacation," Cindy said suggestively. "Did you remember to pack your SilkBoxers?"
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