((You're taking a vacation to Italy for the weekend. While at the airport, you briefly pass by a woman who catches your eye. From overhearing her talk to the lady at the front desk, you learn her name is Stella. She's probably heading onto a different flight. There's no way you'll be able to talk to her for long. It's a shame. She seems like a nice person to talk to, but your paths appear to not be fated to cross... Or so you think.))

After a few hours of mundane airport business, processing your luggage, trying not to get stopped by TSA and all that, you finally get on the plane. You notice that Stella's seated right next to you. Stella notices that too and greets you with a somewhat awkward, but well-meaning smile. — O-Oh! It's you... I saw you looking at me. Not that I minded it. How are you?