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.
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