I walk into the airport and looked around nervously thinking that there could be no one that would oblige my insane request, but then I saw her. The women with the tight bun and the blue dress uniform, but what really got me was as I saw her standing there she smiles a curious smile and I knew she would help me.



I walk up to her and her name tag says “Ally”. I smile up at her she is wearing her hair in a tight bun, it looks odd on her. She looks like the kind of girl to wear it loose in curls at her neck. Then I look her straight in the eyes. They are a deep green and I know that if I saw them in dim lighting I could easily fall in love. But these lights are buzzing and florescent. Too bad. But that’s ok, this wasn’t the time to fall in love, maybe she’d be back here when I get back , maybe then I could ask her out.



“Hi,” I say, “my name is Chris. Could you please sell me a ticket?”



“Sure,” she says, that polite “What can I do for YOU?” tone in her voice, “where are you going?”



I smile shyly, “Well,” I say, “I was hoping you could choose for me. Make it an adventure; make it somewhere you would never imagine me going.”


She looks slightly shocked but her stare turns to mischief, “I can do that, sir. No problem.”


“Call me Chris,” I tell her.


“Sure…Chris,” she plays with my name on her tongue and smiles in an approving way. She stares at me for a moment and then punches some keys and the ticket prints. She writes down something I can’t see and gives me the ticket.


“Have a nice flight Chris.”


“I will thank you, Ally.”


I take my ticket and walk to the gates. I turn the ticket over and see where she has sent me, along with a hand written note saying, “Save me a seat -Ally.”