Airport Proposal: I Was Only a Wager

When my 520th flight touches down, I find my girlfriend—someone who has never once picked me up from the airport—waiting for me there in the terminal.

Lindsay Shire is holding a bouquet of air-freighted roses and a velvet box with a diamond ring sparkling inside. The moment she drops to one knee, a collective, stunned gasp ripples through the crowd.

We've been together for ten years, and this is the first time she's ever indicated that she wants to marry me.

Pretending to keep my composure, I slip the ring onto my finger.

My voice trembles as I say, "Lindsay, we—"