After he found his seat, he noticed four other men get on and sit around the woman in 4A; perhaps that was what all the fuss was about. The flight took off without further delay. When the fasten seatbelt sign was switched off, he stood intent on going to talk to the young woman and at least learn her name. As he moved forward, he realized she was coming back. Toward him. She was slender, neither tall or short, and had a small beaded bag and a larger gray bag strapped across her. She moved slowly, like a predator stalking her prey,  like a lioness his brain supplied. The four men watched her progress.