Humble Pie

"You coming to the airport, Luv?"

"No, you go ahead, Terry. I'll pick the salad while you're gone."

"Okie, dokie," Terry replied, kissing Bobbie. "I'll head straight back then."

"Make sure you do, Lover," Bobbie smiled, walking out through the kitchen door with Terry and waving him off as he drove of.

Terry sang along with the CD he'd put on to play. He was in a good mood...the light of his life at home, and the best friend he ever had waiting at Coffs airport for him to pick up. He grinned to himself at the thought of Dino grovelling in apology to Bobbie for his gaff on the phone.

As he pulled into the airport car park, he could see Dino talking to one of the security guards who had stepped outside for a smoke. He stopped right in front of them an hopped out.

"Hey, you can't park there," the security man called out. "Oh, hi, Terry, didn't realise it was you."

"No worries, Bob. I've just come to take this piece of trouble off your hands."

Dino grinned and gave Terry a back slapping hug before saying goodbye to Bob. Grabbing his kitbag, he threw it on the back seat and climbed in next to Terry, buckling his seatbelt before his friend pulled away.

"How ya going, mate?" Terry asked.

"Doing good, Hermano, doing good. I thought I deserved a break, and where better to spend it than down here with you."

"Right..." Terry answered.

"Don't worry, my friend, now I know you're not in that big house all alone, I can book into the Inn if you want."

"You'll do no such bloody thing, Bobbie is looking forward to meeting you."

"Why didn't she come along for the ride?"

"She's fixing dinner, mate."

"Well...I hope she's got humble pie for dessert. I think I need quite a few slices to get in her good books."

"Just apologise and give her a flash of your Irish charm, mate, she'll be apples," Terry said, laughing at the worried look on Dino's face.