I remember exactly what she was wearing: tall, flat, brown Frye boots (long before they were in style), dark skinny Seven jeans, a black-and-white flannel-print linen shirt with the cuffs rolled up. A long, thin silver chain with a small pendant and gold aviator sunglasses. Her hair was straight and brown with highlights. Very slender, she looked beautiful.
As I was at the baggage claim in the Fort Lauderdale airport, waiting for my Thanksgiving-break luggage, we were just inches apart. Suddenly, she began talking to me with a slight Australian accent. I just happened to be the closest person Read more