<span style="color: #FF0000">Shanan nodded in acknowledgement as he took the seat and lifted her glass to sip again. Like all other conversations she'd had on business trips like this one, she assumed this one was over. There was always a polite question, a polite answer, then the conversation was over.<br/><br/>...Until this time.</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"I guess thunderstorms aren't a plane's friend... Good thing my flight got moved to 3 today."</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">She was genuinely surprised to hear the man's timid, almost nervous voice sound from beside her. Glancing over, she noted his lack of electronic device in hand with curiosity. This caught her attention like nothing else had that day. <br/><br/>Her eyes performed her customary casual appraisal. The glance she gave was brief in the extreme, lasting only a moment to avoid making him feel uncomfortable under her scrutiny. Realizing she'd yet to answer his question, she nodded, "You must be on the same flight I am... Delta 95.. uh..." She glanced at her ticket sitting on the bar at her elbow, "9517?"<br/><br/>Her attention would seem to observers to be only mildly attuned to the conversation, despite the fact that the full force of her bored curiosity was now focused on him. <br/><br/>A blue motif was obvious in his apparel, implying a cool, collected image. The shirt was a lighter color than the tie, which drove attention to the tie. The tie itself was what lended the entire outfit its business theme. She gathered this was intentional. He wanted to appear businessman-like first and foremost. The lighter color tan of his trousers was somehow offset just right by the black of his shoes and belt. <br/><br/>Her overall opinion of his first impression came easily. This was a man who tried very hard to make up for his own perceptions of fault, his opinion of his own short-comings, by presenting just the right image. His every action and detail seemed deliberate, careful... <br/><br/>The opportunity to scrutinize a stranger seemed to rise her spirits like nothing else could. She enjoyed the analysis, though she was just as often wrong as she was accurate. </span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"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"</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Her smile was genuine and bright, a well-practiced expression, as she took his hand and gave her customary 'boss's handshake'. Her grip was firm, but gentle enough to be feminine. <br/><br/>"Why," She spoke in an amused, friendly tone, "You speak as though you were <span style="font-style: italic">expected</span> to know my name... Why do you apologize for not knowing the name of a stranger?" She winked to show that she was teasing and set her glass on the coaster before her before turning on her stool to face him, "Murphy Paris, it is a pleasure to meet you. It seems we are both named for European persuasion... I am Shanan London. Tell me... why are you flying to Tokyo?"</span>