Some thing tie your life together. Slender threads and things to treasure. Days like this should last and last. (Dashboard Confessional)

He mentioned something about school and I encouraged him to chatter on about his class and the funny things they would do.

“What do you do?”

What did I do?

“I fly.”

“You’re a pilot?”

“Yes.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Like commercial flights?”

He was impressed. I hated to defer that. “No, I just fly my own plane.”

He laughed. “You just fly around for fun?”

I shrugged. “I guess. I love flying.”

“But isn’t that expensive? Where do you get the money? Oh, are you a spoiled rich kid?”

How could I answer this? My family was rich but I made my own money.

“I have some investments.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Investments? You’re like twenty-four years old.”

“Twenty,” I corrected. He laughed. I loved when he laughed.

“Seriously?”