You wait another hour at the airport for your plane, but it is rescheduled again and again.

“I swear, if they delay the flight again...” the young woman muttered and sat down next to you. Word by word you started talking, discussing various topics before and during the flight. During your conversations that her name is Mileena.

When the final landing announcement sounded, you both felt a strange sadness. When you were about to leave, Mileena said to you with a sad smile:

“Would you like to have coffee with me once?”