"This sounds a bit crazy as I text this…but you only bought one ticket on this flight—right?"
It was a full five minutes before he answered, even though the three little dots had been going the entire time.
Lincoln: I may have bought more.
"How many did you buy?!"
Lincoln: Your row and the next. They didn’t put anyone in those seats, right?
"Um no…they’re empty. But why exactly did you do that?"
Lincoln: When your girlfriend is the hottest woman on the planet, you don’t take chances. Meeting you on a plane—that’s fucking romance book shit. Not happening.