He breathed in and out then opened his eyes. Sitting across from him was a woman.  Where had she come from?  She had short, brown hair. Her curls bounced as she moved her head, jostling to frame her small, delicate face like a nimbus. Odd word that nimbus,  he wasn’t sure where he had dug that word up from. She was wearing boots, jeans, and a long sleeve jacket, even though it was hot as blazes outside. He was surprised she wasn’t sweating, the air con in the airport wasn’t that good. Something about her face seemed so familiar; it was tan, with a thin nose and full pink lips. But her eyes. They were big and brown, and he was falling into them - he needed to look away. He had been staring, rudely. 