“Sir, I have a wholesome Texas background, but I have a bad New York attitude. I will castrate you like a farm animal right here on this plane if you don’t remove your hand from my leg and move back to another seat right now,” I threaten him.
The man quickly turns from predator to prey and obeys.
When I get off the plane, I immediately recruit a taxi to take me to Gabriella’s.
“You can turn two streets up. Clyde always gets backed up at this time,” I tell the cab driver automatically. I surprise myself by remembering the streets and different routes.
Gabriella stands outside her apartment with a giant smile and an even larger piece of pizza in hand. We both scream when we see each other.
“You didn’t have to wait outside for me, Gabbi! And how did you know I wanted New York pizza?” I ask, thankful for her sweet gesture.
“Welcome home!” Gabriella says, hugging me and getting grease from the pizza on my brand name shirt, but I don’t care.
“It certainly feels like home,” I tell her. “Sometimes I feel like I made a mistake going back to Texas.”
“You know you have a home with me for as long as you need it,” Gabriella offers, and I believe her.
“I might take you up on that. I think I belong in New York. However, I feel overwhelmed. I don’t know what I want yet,” I tell her.
“Missing the larger-than-life Texas boys?” Gabriella teases.
“Girl, not everything is bigger in Texas. However, it applies when it comes to my guys,” I joke with her.
“Well, forget about them. I scheduled bottle service at the club. We only have four hours to get ready. I have the perfect dress for you, but it doesn’t have much of a top,” Gabriella informs me.
“That ismorethan okay,” I tell her.
We giggle and enter her apartment like normal.