Paper Promises

Two minutes before our flight was scheduled to board, my fiancé’s "girl bro" tossed a newly printed boarding pass directly onto my lap.

"So sorry, Rory," Hannah said, her grin entirely unbothered. "Looks like the romantic getaway just turned into a squad trip."

Around us, the rest of his crew burst into obnoxious laughter.

"I mean, we’re his best friends," Hannah continued, crossing her arms and looking down at me. "You’re not gonna cry just because we took a little bit of your quality time, are you?