Gary and Libby; Take Two

"You know.." Gary muses, running a long index finger around the rim of his Bacardi and Coke as we sit in British Airways first class lounge at Heathrow waiting for our flight call. "This holiday was suppose to be for our anniversary next month." I learn forwards, replacing my glass of orange juice back on the small table between us. "Yeah?" I smile, heartened by the notion that Gary would whisk me away somewhere romantic for our anniversary, but grateful he decided to bring it forwards none the less. Gary nods, taking down a glug of the spirit and sugar, and i watch his Adams apple rise and fall as his throat works on the swallow. "You have no idea how many phone calls i had to make to move it forwards four weeks." "Oh, its that exclusive is it?" I raise an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest for the mere body warmth, despite it almost being mid-April, the weather outside was as dreary as mid-winter. Gary grins again, stretchin...