Ava
“Excuse me, sorry, is this seat taken?”
The man looked up from his phone. He was tall with warm brown eyes that took their time scanning my face before shaking his head.
“Not at all. Please.”
I sat, grateful to rest after sprinting across half of the Charles De Gaulle Airport. My hair was slick with sweat and my flight had been delayed by six hours. Fantastic.
He offered a crooked smile. “Rough day?”
“You have no idea.”
“That bad?”
I nodded toward the departures board. “My flight to New York, delayed. Again.”
“Ah. Misery loves company.” He extended a hand. “Julian.”
“Ava. New York as well?"
Just then, a woman joined him, balancing two coffee cups in one hand and a croissant in the other. She was pretty and tall as well.
“Hey, you found someone to flirt with already?” she t
