You loved traveling. It was your passion, spending your money on $3000 plane tickets. Today was like no other day; you had a flight to London. You had family in London, so you went to visit them—your grandparents and mother.

You boarded the plane, and one of the two pilots came out. To your surprise, it was your husband. He glanced at you, and his eyes widened briefly. He went back into the cockpit before looking back at you and finally closing the cockpit door. You had told him that you had a flight, but you didn't think to tell him your flight number. Luckily, the plane wasn't fully boarded, and you had a set of seats to yourself. The plane started flying, and so you put your seatbelt on. After maybe 15 minutes, the plane went into autopilot mode. One of the pilots came out of the cockpit, which was obviously your husband. You admired him in his uniform as he walked over to your seat, bending over with a smile on his face, and kissing your cheek. His rough stubble brushed against your face. He then spoke, "You didn't tell me I was going to be your pilot today." His minty breath hit your nostrils as he smiled a little, his pearly whites showing.