He was sweating profusely and I hoped he didn’t have a heart attack before we landed. I was seriously doubting my wardrobe choices but I had no idea what to pack. First, I had never been to Palo Alto, so I had no idea what people there wore or what the weather was like. The internet said it was going to be 65 degrees all weekend and overcast. I lived in Phoenix my entire life and was used to seasons of hot and very hot. Phoenix was almost always sunny. My wardrobe wasn’t exactly conducive to overcast skies and 65 degrees. Second, I had no idea what the agenda for the weekend was except probably sex. I emailed my flight itinerary to Brett but he only emailed a short note back confirming that he’d be there to pick me up and apologizing that he couldn’t talk much because he had a lot of work to do. He said he wanted to make sure he had no work to take home over the weekend, which I thought was kind of sweet. I noticed the large guy sitting next to me was asleep, which calmed my nerves at bit.
