[ CW ] `` I dream about you once in a while . You suppose that means anything ? ''

I noticed her looking at me from across the row of swinging airport seats. If she was trying to be subtle, she was n't doing a very good job. She kept stealing glances over her magazine, and switching seats when someone sat in the way of her view. 
 
 I rank pretty `` hetero'' on the Kinsey scale, but I'd be lying if I said I was n't flattered. She was a pretty redhead; in her twenties, like me. She wore a vintage looking cloche in beige. Occasionally, my blue eyes would lock onto her green ones and we'd blush and look away. I felt like I should n't be blushing. She should be blushing. But, it's not like I can control when I blush. 
 
 I decided to ignore it and forced myself to look down at the novel I was reading. I caught myself a half a page down without a clue what I had just read. I gave an exasperated sigh and glanced up ( only momentarily ) before returning back where I had started. 
 
 *Wait, * I thought, *Did she move closer? * I tried to remember what I had just seen. *I ca n't just look up. At least not `` double take'' style. Then she'd notice that I noticed... I'll just casually get something from my purse and survey the room as I do. * I lift my eyes from my book, sweep the room and then plant them in the inside of my purse. 
 
 *Yep. She definitely moved up a row. Now to pretend I needed something in my purse. My phone is in my lap... how'bout a pen? * I pulled it out and clicked. *Yes, a pen is a normal thing to need. * So from the purse, I did the sweep again and then right back to the book. I scribbled my initials in the margin to make it look like I truly needed to use the pen. *Good, now back to reading. * Another two paragraphs with nothing absorbed. I stole a quick glance up. She was across from me. I stifled a yelp. 
 
 `` I'm sorry!'' she giggled. `` I'm so sorry, I did n't mean to scare you!'' 
 
 I laughed back, part nervous and part genuine. I had made a very silly noise. 
 
 `` I'm Cami. Cameron Shooter?'' For some reason it was a question. 
 
 `` I'm Lisa Rhodes,'' I offer. 
 
 `` Um,'' Cami bit her lower lip in an embarrassed grin, `` We've met before, right?'' 
 
 I gave a confused grin and shook my head, `` I do n't think so.'' 
 
 `` Ever been to Nebraska?'' she asked. 
 
 `` No. Have you been to Florida?'' 
 
 `` I have n't,'' she sounded confused. 
 
 `` Well, I travel from this airport a lot. Maybe you just recognize me from another flight?'' 
 
 `` No, no,'' she was really racking her brain, `` That's not it. This is my first time flying since I was in middle school...'' 
 
 I gave a laugh and a shrug, `` Guess I just have one of those faces!'' 
 
 Cami clasped her hands and put them under her chin. Her lips grew taught and her eyes squinted closed as she clearly had a small but intense internal debate. 
 
 `` Okay,'' she said finally. Returning her hands to her lap and taking a few deep breaths. 
 
 `` This is weird, but stay with me, um,'' she put her hand on the back of my seat and turned to face me, `` I *dream* about you once in a while. You suppose that means anything?''
