Her heart raced, and she stammered, “This can’t be happening,” “This can’t be true.” Suddenly, she was completely lost in the moment, forgetting everything around her. Her coworkers, the other passengers, and the preparations for boarding all faded from her mind. She could only stare at him.
He had the same warm hazel eyes, the same chestnut hair, and even his mannerisms were identical. Her pulse quickened as she continued to stare. But it couldn’t be real, right? This had to be some kind of cruel illusion of her mind. She stared at him again, still unable to believe it. What was happening? Was this some kind of sick prank?