His plane is scheduled to leave in the early afternoon. All morning, I’d kept myself busy so that I didn’t have to think about him leaving.
Finally, he texts me: I thought I’d say farewell.
Almost instantaneously, like a nervous actress finally receiving her cue, I reply: Have a fantastic time!
To which he retorts: I shall, you try and stay out of trouble.
Later, he admits that it was only wishful thinking on his part.