Page 54 of Fly with Me

Ha.

A call came in on her pager, and Olive had to stuff her phone back into her pocket and run to help with an aggressive patient. After a Mt. Olympus of charting after that fiasco, she sat down long enough to drink a cup of doomsday hour coffee and check her phone again. Not that she was planning her whole day around when she could check her phone. Because that would be pathetic.

STELLA

Being struck by lightning.

OLIVE

Please stop.

But… she hoped she wouldn’t actually stop. Ever.

STELLA

Are you working on Tuesday?

OLIVE

No.

STELLA

Come fly with me.

Pressing the phone to her chest, Olive swiveled in her chair. After a barely audible chortle came from behind her, Olive turned. Joni was silent, but her facial expression dripped amusement.

“What?” Olive barked.

“Nothing.” Joni hunched over her computer again, muttering something that included the words phone cuddling and Derek’s gonna die.

OLIVE

Is it possible to hear that question NOT in a Frank Sinatra voice?

STELLA

STELLA

You passed the test. Now come on. I’ll make it worth your while.

Olive’s eyes widened as she considered whether another kiss from Stella would be enough of an incentive to get her phobia-riddled ass on a tiny, scary death plane. The fact she was considering it probably meant she liked this woman far more than was reasonable given she’d known her less than a week. Derek was right, the stupid asshole.

Her phone buzzed, and she swiped to answer before realizing that it was not Stella.

“Hello, is this Olive Murphy? This is Joe Roberts from NBC Four.”

“Oh, hi.” Something tightened in her chest.

“Are you still interested in coming down to do an interview about what happened on the plane last week?”

“Yeah, so, I had a quick question. I—uh, I met the pilot… Well, actually she drove me down to Disney World afterward, and now we’re dating, and she’s my g-girlfriend.” At some point, Olive would need to stop stammering over the word. “Is there any way she could come too? She was there after all.”

“You fell in love with the pilot of the plane you were on when you saved Mickey Mouse’s life?”

“Um. Yes? But he’s not actually Mickey Mou—”

“Can I call you back?”