“Okay, everyone. We all need to be very quiet. Chase should be home in minutes.” Kalan, my best friend, was smiling broadly as she stared at the faces of Chase’s friends and their family, Kalan’s family as well. Kalan and Chase were first cousins. All of us were gathered at the park across the street from Chase’s cul-de-sac with various baked goods and gifts in our hands. Chase had been away for the last two months in Nebraska setting up his wholesale produce shipping company there. He worked with local farmers to get their goods and vegetables to customers' doors in less than twenty-four hours. Henderson Packing and Shipping’s slogan was 'From fields to the table in a day'. We all knew how big of a deal it was that Chase had been able to add another state to his expanding business. As a pilot, Chase had flown private jets for the rich and famous for seven years. When so many of his clients were starting to become vegans and healthier eaters, they began to ask him to fly to places and pick them up foods from all over the country.
