It was just as well, Jack reflected, that Becky hadn't seen him.   He saw her s she watched the captain walk away - she was giving him<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>look - that longing, wistful romantic gaze that said "I wish he were mine".  He shrugged.  That was that, then.  Another dream over the dam.  He'd got his hopes up for nothing.  Thinking back, he realized hos stupid his idea had been anyway.  She was a stewardess, and her job was to be nice to everyone.  That smile wasn't specially just for him!  And who could blame her anyway - in her place, he'd have preferred the handsome captain of a ship rather than some scrawny, broken ex-gangster's runner.<br/><br/>He'd try and be out of his cabin, or in the shower, whenever she returned - he didn't really feel like facing her right now, and reminding himself what an idiot he'd<a class="__cf_email__" data-cfemail="86e4e3e3e8c6" href="/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection">[email protected]</a>