The McCarren airport in Nevada was much bigger than Kelsey had anticipated. She'd already gotten lost once—no, twice—since she'd arrived from Kansas. Finally, she found her gate, and although her stomach longed for something to eat, she decided not to risk leaving her spot. She clutched her laminated tickets tightly and kept folding them in half. The layover between Nevada and L.A. was only an hour long—she'd be boarding in fifteen minutes. Kelsey swallowed hard and tried to harness the butterflies running loose in her stomach. When she arrived in California, she would have officially moved away from home. After finishing culinary school last year, she'd worked off and on at restaurants around town in Kansas. She sent in applications for internships all around the state in hopes of being able to hone her skills in a more formal atmosphere. Then she got a call back from an internship in L.A. On a movie set. With a real Italian chef. And she would be getting paid. Kelsey could only shake her head and cry whenever she thought of it. It was almost too good to be true. The steward behind the front desk began calling for handicapped passengers or parents with infants to board the plane, so Kelsey hauled her carry-on onto her shoulder and stood in line. She clumsily pulled her phone out of her pocket and began to type with one thumb.