The exercise:
Better late than never... Hindsight!
Mine:
The journey from Montreal to Tokyo was long. Like, really long. Like after three flights and a day and a half of travel I would have been hard pressed to tell you where I was, when I was, or even who I was.
Philadelphia seemed like a nice city I'd like to come back and visit once life had settled down a little bit, at least from what I could see as we landed and then, two hours later, took off again. The airport, on the other hand, I could have happily skipped. But they wouldn't let me stay on the plane - even though I was super sleepy and very politely offered to sleep wherever would be most out of their way during the layover - so I had to deal with the crowded terminal.
At least I got to spend the night in Dallas. I mean I mostly spent it asleep in a hotel room but I did manage to squeeze a trip into the city for breakfast. The eggs were good, the toast disappointing, and the coffee badly needed. It was also powerful enough to keep me awake for most of the nearly thirteen hour flight to Tokyo.
Which was especially appreciated, because it gave me plenty of time to make small talk with one of the flight attendants. Her name was Melina and she was generous with the wine and her time. She had silky black hair done up in a ponytail and dark eyes I kept losing myself in. Her smile was sweet with a hint of mischief and, well, I'm a bit of a sucker for mischief, I think I've established that already.
I'd lucked into having two empty seats next to me and we talked long enough that she had to sit down for a while. I tried to get her to watch a movie with me - let me tell you, I went hard on selling the praises of Shrek 2 - but she had to get back to work even though everybody else on the plane seemed to be sleeping at that point.
She did come back to see me shortly before we landed though, telling me that she had a couple days off before having to fly out again so maybe she could show me around a bit, share some of the places that only flight crews knew about.
I could hardly say no to any of that, right? So of course I said yes. I'm not an idiot.
It's not like I knew we'd run into Nina at the very first bar Melina took me to...