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so fond of using on everyone else.
                  
“Enough small talk, where is he?”
                  
“Up there.”  Wes pointed to towards the sky, but Cassie wasn’t about to
look up. 
                  
  She could tell by the spectator’s faces that the show was nearing its
end, and she knew in a matter of minutes each of the specific planes would do a
finishing trick,  and land one at a time on the strip before her as if
taking a unique, final bow.   It wasn’t until one plane after another
made a safe landing that she began to relax a little, but then she heard a
collective gasp that made the hair on the back of her neck rise.
                  
“Oh God, no!”  She flung herself against Wes, clutching his shirt, knowing
full well she would fall if he let her go.
                  
“Cassie it’s okay,” She could hear the fear in his voice at how quickly she’d
unraveled, like he wasn’t really sure he could calm her back down. 
“Gunnar likes to finish all of the shows with a little something extra, you
know, something for the crowd.”
                  
She heard his voice, and she forced herself to lesson her grip. 
“Something for the crowd,” she repeated without emotion.  “How nice of
him.”  She let go of his shirt and tried to smooth out the wrinkles she’d
made.  “I’m sorry,” she breathed, tucking her hair behind her ears, and
hoping to regain at least a little of her lost composure.
                  
“No, I’m sorry.”   Wes continued to hold the back of her elbow,
acting as a brace in case she needed it.  “I should have arranged a
definite meeting, instead of forcing you to come looking for us.”
                  
His last words were drowned out by the wild cheers of the crowd as Gunnar’s
plane came to a stop on the tarmac.  No one could possibly miss his plane,
with its splashy bright red and white colors shouting out their presence,
drawing every eye to the P its Special SI-T , a timeless classic among
airplane aficionados.  She watched, nearly suspended in time as he lifted
himself easily out of the cock pit, and jumped to the ground.
                  
“Gunnar,” she whispered, letting a slow, tender smile spread across her face at
the sight of him.
    He took his time removing his hat and goggles, and when he
was finished he let his hands glide along the
    smooth lines of his crisp,
black hair, rewarding the groupies that had formed around him with a blinding,
picture perfect smile. 
                  
The sweet smell of candies, a whisper in the dark, a thousand mermaids, and all
things magical,
    she mused, re -living the way she’d always described his
beautiful, big brown eyes.  It used to make
    him laugh every time he caught
her staring at him, and he even went so far as to make her swear never to tell
another  living soul,  for fear he’d die of embarrassment if anyone
ever found the poem she’d wrote about him.   A romantic goof is what
he’d called her after he’d read it, but he kept it tucked under a picture of his
father in his wallet, and there was nothing more precious to Gunnar than the
memory of his father.   She knew she should move, or at least make
her presence known, but she couldn’t stop drinking in the sight of him. 
How he still used his hands to emphasize a point when he spoke, the way his
eyes lit up when he told the worst of all possible jokes, and how much
confidence he seemed to have gained over the years.  He was nothing short
of gorgeous, she marveled, something she hadn’t fully noticed when they were
younger.  In fact it was just her luck, she reasoned, eight years after he
cut off all contact with her that she was going to have to face him now.  She was going to have to be the one to take the initiative, with him looking
better than any man had a right too, and her looking and feeling