I 
          went inside the airport confused with this letter in my hand. Why do 
          I need another letter with instructions? Isn't Kyle going with me? I 
          looked around the airport hoping that he would pop out from the corners 
          and scream "Surprise!" But he didn't. There was no sign of 
          Kyle at all. This was when my excitement turned into bewilderment. 
        The 
          American Airlines electronic kiosk had "Domestic Flights" 
          written above it. I asked myself, but I'm going to Paris? So, I proceeded 
          to the counter. Besides, I would feel more comfortable talking to a 
          real person anyway. 
        The 
          lady behind the counter looked very cheery and had a huge smile, "How 
          can I help you?" she asked. Armed with just my passport, I said "Um, 
          you see, I'm supposed to go to Paris…um, it's a surprise…and…I don't 
          really have a confirmation number…but I have instructions to use E-ticket 
          booth (pointing to my letter), but … um, it's only for domestic flights." 
          Her smile quickly turned into a serious puzzled look. Oh no, I thought, 
          I must have sounded like an idiot. 
        With 
          a no-nonsense voice she answered, "Ma'am, we have hundreds of flights 
          flying every morning; and you don't know which flight you're on? Also, 
          you have to have a credit card or something to use the E-ticket booth." 
          Before she could even tell me that I was crazy, I just said "Oh, ok, 
          I'll just try it." I quickly turned around and headed for the kiosk, 
          when I saw her call security and was pointing at me. Shit, am I in trouble 
          now? I was about to type in my name at the booth, when the security 
          approached me and said, "Ma'am, we'll help you over here" pointing to 
          another counter. The gentleman at the counter took my passport and typed 
          something on the keyboard. "Ah, there you are…we found your flight, 
          you're flying via New York." Thank God, I thought. It was all coming 
          together. I chatted with him about the situation and this time, he seemed 
          amused and delighted with my story. He proceeded to give me my tickets 
          and boarding pass, when I once again thought to myself "Where the heck 
          is Kyle?" so I asked, "Do you think you can check something for me?" 
          "Sure." he said. "Can you see if a certain Kyle Bolton is on this same 
          flight?" He typed in the name and replied "Nope. There is no reservation 
          under the name Kyle Bolton on this flight."
        
        WHAT?!? 
          Am I going by myself? This is impossible! I was starting to panic with 
          many thoughts flying in my head at once. Is Kyle sending me off by myself 
          to Paris? Did he think I needed a break from work or something? But 
          it's our anniversary! Where is he? I was going MAD.
        I 
          walked slowly towards the security check while wondering if I should 
          go in or not. I needed to call someone. I tried Kyle at his apartment. 
          There was no answer of course. He conveniently turned off his answering 
          machine too. Fishy. I called his brother Scott; he would know what's 
          going on. "Scott, where is Kyle?" I asked. " How would I know? At work? 
          " he answered quickly. "Well, I'm at the airport, he's supposed to take 
          me to Paris, but he's not here." I explained the surprise briefly and 
          continued to say "But if he's not going with me, I'd rather not go at 
          all. I'm not going through security until I know where he is!" He heard 
          the panic in my voice and tried to assess the situation, "Well, what 
          did the note say anyway?" Wait a minute. I didn't tell him about the 
          note, the letter, and the instructions. He's in on it. I knew it! "Scott, 
          I didn't tell you about the note!" "Jamie," he began, "Get on the freakin' 
          plane. Don't ask. Just get on the damn flight!" Click.