#Chapter 89- Monkey Wrench

Maggie is standing in front of me, clutching a vase of flowers in one hand and a yellow smiley-face balloon in the other. “Hi,” she says. Her cheeks are tinged pink. Her posture is stiff. She’s adorably sheepish and my heart melts into a puddle. Instantly, the waterworks are cued. “Maggie.” I scramble to sit up and push my tray table out of the way. She rushes to me and throws her arms around me, still holding the bouquet and balloon. The string gets tangled around me. She tries to yank it away, smacking me right in the face with the balloon, while the vase tilts in her hand. “Shit!” She quickly rebalances the flowers, but lets the balloon go flying from her hand. We both burst out laughing. “That didn’t go exactly the way I’d planned,” Maggie says, grabbing for the string as the balloon hits the ceiling. “I’m awkward when I get nervous. Sorry.” She ties the balloon around the vase and sets it onto the table. I wipe the tears from my