You had me at hello.

Her eyes caught his. Smiling, she saw him smile. A wide, beautiful, free African smile. Wanting nothing. Needing nothing.

Plain boarded, he stood in the galley, munching something written in Amharic, a script he'd not seen much of...until now. Tasty, healthy, not too salty.

As they stood in the galley, not speaking, she saw his mind. Many minds, voices, faces. Hers. Theirs. One face stood out amongst all the rest.