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SSG James Reynolds was waiting for his flight to his hometown at San Francisco Airport. The flight was delayed for a while but he did not want to sit in the USO since it was on the other side of the airport.

He was sitting thinking about his friends and relatives back home waiting for his arrival. He was staring off into space when he realized a young woman was staring at him.

He smiled politely at her and nodded as if to say "hello" which was returned in kind, as she brushed her hair back over her right ear with a slight smirk on her face.

He politely signaled as if to say, "Can I sit over there?" She nodded and patted the seat next to her.

He moved closer sat next to her, "Hi I am James Reynolds but I go by Jim." he said politely holding out his right hand to shake hers.

She put out her left hand, "Michelle Sampson it's a pleasure to meet you Jim." Smiling coyly and staring directly into his eyes that she noticed were a very deep brown.

They flirted politely exchanging glances and soft touches on one another's arms and hands. Each touch sending a jolt of energy between them like lightning in a thunderstorm.

After several hours of telling each other's life stories, they seemed to have run out of things to talk about.

Sitting nervously quiet finally he broke the ice," So what are you doing for Thanksgiving?" he asked looking into her eyes.
She wiggled in her seat almost embarrassed to admit she was only going to Vale for some skiing.

After her confession she appeared as embarrassed as she felt but, he just shrugged it off, "that's alright I was just going home to have everyone dote over me since I am leaving for Afghanistan in a month or so."

Now she was embarrassed her face turning red but he politely took her hand and led her to the only open airport diner.

"Cup of coffee for me and whatever the lady is having please, Ma'am." as they sat down across from each other at a booth.

He had hoped she would sit next to him since he loved the way she smelled, the scent of her cologne, the look in her eyes and that overwhelming desire to never leave her side taking over him.

He kept fighting the urges to stare into her eyes realizing that getting too close would only wind up bad for both of them when he leaves.

Before he knew it, she was holding his right hand across the table. She smiled at him with a look in her eyes as if she already felt the same way.

They sat drinking coffee, talking politely and doing everything in their power to avoid the obvious points, he was leaving and

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