He smiled nervously. "Thank you," as he moved closer to the table and planted his rear, carefully placing his drink on the small space in front of him.<br/><br/>"I guess thunderstorms aren't a plane's friend... Good thing my flight got moved to 3 today."<br/><br/>He leaned forward to pick up his glass and take a small drink before placing it back where it was. He seemed dressed for casual business, but nothing special caught anyone's eye. A light blue collared shirt with a navy blue tie was his favorite style, accompanied with tan dress pants. Plain black dress shoes rounded off his outfit, to give him a movement from light to dark.<br/><br/>He politely requested her attention again. "And I guess technology tells us to do the hard work every now and then. I do apologize, but I don't know your name," He hesitantly moved his hand over the table, palm outward and perpendicular to the ground "I'm Murphy Paris, nice to meet you"<br/><br/>Rum and Coke didn't give him this much courage. Or maybe he was just feeling a bit lonely. He quickly began to wonder if it wasn't both his drink and his lack of social life having their own little party. Only time could tell.