A beginning

Nervous, yet surprisingly calm, she gathers together her coat, briefcase, and book, checks her hair one last time, and exits the aircraft holding the single red rose lightly between her fingers. Finding her way to baggage claim, she looks around, expecting to find him waiting. The tensions mount when she does not immediately see him, but he must be there; he promised he would be there. She walks half-way across the room to where a man sits waiting and looking weary. He lifts his head and glances around the room, briefly resting his gaze on her without showing any sign of recognition. She is unwilling to risk the embarrassment of a mistaken identity, so she turns and walks back toward her entrance. Setting down her bag and leaning back against the cool wall, she takes a slow, deep breath and dials his number on her cell phone, never taking her eyes off of the man across the room. He does not reach for a phone, nor does he appear to be aware that anyone might want his attention. Confident that this was, indeed, not the man she sought, she looked once more across the room. There he was; not the mysterious seated man, but him! She could not, and nor did she wish to, stop the smile that painted her entire being at seeing him. This must have erased any doubt in his mind as to who she was, for before she had time to do anything, he was standing before her, enfolding her in his arms.