"I'm sorry, I'm afraid he hasn't arrived yet," the young sailor responded. "You know Fleet Week, miss, beers are half off for all sailors. Would you mind if I take you in to a waiting room?"<br/><br/>"Sure. Thank you," she said, taking control of her real emotions and keeping her thoughts inside. I can't believe that fucker stood me up. I hope he gets more of his ribs broken because of this, she thought. With another man taking his place at the top of the gangway, the young sailor escorted Danielle below deck down a couple hallways to a small waiting room with a bench mounted to the wall. She sat on the bench and watched the sailor disappear beyond the door.<br/><br/>With no one present in the waiting room at the moment, Danielle took her time to stretch any kinks out of her joints, since she had to get out of bed and prepare herself for today. She had no time to eat and her lower back ached for some reason. She was ready to curse the sailor that blew her off when she heard footsteps marching down the hallway. A sailor passed the opening to the room and instinctively looked into it to see if anybody was inside. Upon seeing Danielle, he entered and introduced himself and then asked why she was waiting in the room.<br/><br/>"I'm here for a personal tour with Lieutenant Phoenix. I'm Danielle Avena, a photojournalist from San Francisco Magazine," she stated her business and introduced herself as well. After shaking hands with the sailor, an idea popped into her head. If this Lieutenant Phoenix was going to take his sweet time getting here, she might as well use her time wisely and get stories for potential side articles for the magazine. "If you don't mind, I'd like to interview you and maybe get your picture to use in the magazine."<br/><br/>With every request to interview and take pictures, Danielle did not get one refusal. The sailors, though stressed with the business of the ship during Fleet Week, were friendly and polite and answered Danielle's question to the best of their ability. She recorded interviews with a recorder and took a picture of every sailor she met.<br/><br/>Before she knew it, time had passed by. The young sailor from before arrived and took her out of the waiting room and escorted her to the bunk area. He knocked on the wall, alerting one particular person inside. "A Miss Avena is here to see you, Sir," he addressed the Lieutenant. Danielle showed herself from behind the wall...<br/><br/>...and was greeted the way she expected to be greeted ... by<em>him</em>. Her fascination of the ship and its occupants suddenly faded away and all the demerit she had for this man exposed themselves once more. With the sailor gone from the immediate area, she spoke up, "Are we going to do this damn tour or what?" For good measure, she took another picture of a man not expecting to be captured on film another time.