Lena quickly grabbed the coffee cart and poured a cup of fresh, steaming coffee. Then, she took a deep breath, her heart pounding, threatening to burst from her chest. She had to know.
With unsteady legs, she stood abruptly and marched towards the back of the plane, the closer she got the better she could see him. But the impossibility of the situation made her unable to believe her eyes. “I apologize for the delay, sir,” she began speaking, but her words froze in her throat.
He looked up, and their eyes met. The cup slipped from her grasp, splashing coffee everywhere as it dropped to the floor. Her dress was completely ruined, but she didn’t even notice. All she could do was stare at him.