Not for the first time, his flight was delayed.
She didn’t know him. Not personally. But she knew he often took the 7 o’clock flight that was unfortunately almost always delayed, and that he would order a chicken sandwich from her stall as soon as the delay was announced. She was also very much aware how cute he was.
“Me again,” he said that night.
She smiled. “Chicken sandwich, right?”
They were both quiet for a couple of seconds. Then she pressed him a little bit more. “They should really work on fixing this flight.”
“Tell me about it. It’s been, what, my twentieth time this year?”
He was in a good mood, and since there wasn’t anyone else lining up, she decided to stall. “Can’t you ask your boss to let you take a different time, or a different airline maybe?” She figured he was traveling on business, if the trend was any indication.
Still it wasn’t really difficult to heat a sandwich, so her stalling bought her only a few seconds, and she was forced to give him his food even before he could answer.
But he was smiling. “And what, miss these opportunities to see you?”
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.