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I can’t believe that I have a 9-hour layover for a four-hour flight. At least I only have 6 hours left to kill before I have to board. There’s always a price you have to pay to get a great deal on an airline ticket, but considering I only earn $17 an hour, and I saved 200 bucks, the math works out. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself in order to keep from being completely annoyed.
“Is this seat taken?”
Great. Now, I have to share the small table with some stranger. I remind myself to be polite. Airports are stressful for everybody.
“No, it’s free,” I answer as I move my food tray and random travel junk to make room at the table.
“Thanks,” he says as he takes his seat. “I hate to bother you, but it’s crowded, and you seemed like the only normal person here.”
His voice has a bit of a laugh to it, and I finally look up from rearranging my stuff and see his face. Holy crap! He’s handsome. I mean undeniably handsome. He’s the kind of guy that can wear an expensive suit, and still managed to look casual. He’s got a slight bit of a 5 o’clock shadow, and his wavy brown hair calls out to my fingers. I hope I’m not staring.
“Airports can be a real freak show sometimes,” I joke hoping to hide how much I’m taken aback by his good looks.
“It’s not the DMV, but then again with my layover, I’m starting to envy the 4 hours it took for me to renew my drivers license,” he says and smiles. His eyes crinkle in the corners showing off his laugh lines. I love men with laugh lines.
“I’ve got 6 hours left on a 9 hour wait in between flights,” I tell him.
“I have 9 1/2 hours left on a 10 hour layover,” he counters.
“Wow! You win,” I answer.
He looks me right in the eye and says, “Yeah. I think I just may have hit the jackpot.”