“I mean, is there any chance I can convince you otherwise?” Sam wasn’t desperate but she sounded so.

The dreamy guy whose name she still had yet to glean, simply smiled. It was perhaps a little condescending.

“I don’t think that’ll work. And deep down I think you’d agree with me.”

She thought about this, eyes averting from his inviting cheekbones, his broad shoulders. She found courage to speak in the scuffed floor.

“I don’t think I should have to convince you.”

Even in her periphery, she noticed a change in his body language.

“You wanted…this the same as I did. You were there, with me… if you’re going to fly home now, that’s fine, but your decision shouldn’t come down to me getting you to do it.”

She looked up finally expecting to see him at least affected by her words. Instead he hammered away at a text.

She peaked over the rim of the phone. Saw a contact name emblazoned with hearts and kisses.

Then she left. Before he could babble or beg. She was boarding before he even noticed.