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 ”Ding” the bell sounded as the elevator doors open to the garage floor. I began walking to my car. My heart was racing. I kept saying to myself why am I so nervous? I always get this way just before meeting with Lana. It’s like every time we see each other my mind takes me back to the first time I ever spoke to her a year ago in the airport. When I bravely approached her and said “hi.”

“Now boarding flight 549″ The voice announced over the intercom. “Hi… How are you? I mean well…. Considering?” I smiled embarrassingly thinking well she probably thinks I’m an ass. However she smiled and said “good I guess…. Considering.”  She smiled and laughed. I couldn’t believe my eyes she was so beautiful and I was actually talking to her. I felt myself falling back into a trance. I looked away for a moment to clear my head. Damn! Why am I like this? I asked myself. I tried to attempt some more small talk to make things a little easier. “So where are you, I mean where were you headed?” “Back home she replied.” I tried not to bite on that response. I mean she gave me a generalized answer of back home. Hell Atlanta’s airport was the connecting station for so many airlines her home could have been anywhere. However I didn’t bite I let it go. “So how do you feel about this ‘inclement weather?’ ” She looked at me with a disgusted frown and said “yeah, inclement weather.” “Well at least she answered you. She ignored me when I asked.” “Yes she wasn’t a very pleasant person” she stated. As she spoke I felt myself falling into that trance once again what the hell is wrong with me. Her hair was long dark brown her eyes were hazel, she had a smile that captured me. I was trying to snap out of it and trying not to stare but the more I tried the more her beauty drew me in. “So where are you headed? Um excuse me! Where are you headed?” She asked with a puzzled looked. “Um oh um um Chicago on business.” I felt so embarrassed. “Are you ok” “Ah um Yes I… I…. Just was thinking about something. Anyways, I’m not holding you up from anything am I?” “Well there was this plane I was trying to catch but well…. hm-mm.” She said as she laughed. “I guess you’re right, stupid question. So um um to prevent myself from saying something stupid I’m going to ask a question that I tried to avoid. Um…. Where is home?”