I pulled up a stool at the empty airport bar. I had an hour to kill before my connecting flight was scheduled to board. I was headed to my friend Jack’s wedding. I had never been to Toronto, but was excited to explore what it had to offer.
About 15 minutes later a women dressed in comfy traveling clothes walked in and ordered a drink. She was clearly shaken with nerves about her looming flight.
“It’s on me” I said.
I could not resist. She had a natural kind of beauty that strangely effected me. Her green eyes and brown hair a perfect fit for her beautiful face. I wondered how much shit she must have gotten over the years from girls wishing they could look like her.
“Thanks!” she said. “I hate flying!”
“I am picking up an accent? What part of the Mid-West are you from?”
Her answer shocked me. It so happened that we only grew up about 100 miles apart. We exchanged a few pleasantries most of which I cannot remember. Her eyes and lips had me dumbfounded.