I was running, acutely aware that I had mere moments to make my plane, when I saw her.
The light blue hair was what caught my eye, obviously. But once caught, it noticed the cute glasses, the just right curves of the body, and the confused, lost look on her face.
My (slightly) better nature got to me, and I stopped, and asked if she was all right. She asked where the exit was, and where someone could eat.
I knew the airport well, and the hopeful look in her eye begged me to come along.
I made my plane.