Luck of The Draw

Amelia waits in line at the coffee shop at the airport waiting to order a drink.  That seems to be how the day has gone so far.  A series of lines and waiting...  She looks down at her phone.  She still has 45 minutes before she needs to be at her gate, so there isn't much of a rush.  She can see her gate from where she is standing in line.  As she inches her way to the counter, she looks around at the hustle and bustle that surrounds her.   Nearby is a lounge barred by glass doors and a glass wall.  This is where the upper class go to relax and wait for their flights without having to worry about the lower class.  She watches men and women in business suits walk in and out through the doors.  Amelia lets out a sigh as she wonders what it would be like on the other side.  Her eyes wander through the crowd of people in the coffee shop.  Finally, her turn to order comes.   She walks to the counter and orders an ice coffee, then goes to a table in the corner to wait on her order to be called.  She looks back to her phone at the time before her eyes begin to wander around the crowded room again.  She begins to daydream of how it would be nice to meet a guy on this trip.  She lets out a sigh and smiles as she thinks of the dreamy Australian accent.  A finger begins to twirl one of her dark curls as she thinks to the fun she hopes to have on this trip.  Hiking, horseback riding, snorkeling the Great Barrier Reef...  She hopes to pack as much as she can into the two weeks she has in Australia.   Her name is called out, bringing her back to reality.  She cheerily makes her way through the crowded shop to the counter to pick up her order.  She grabs it along with a fistful of napkins and begins to weave through the sea of people out of the shop.  As she reaches the edge of the crowd, she lets out a sigh and looks back to her phone.  Suddenly she runs into someone.  The lid to her drink pops off with the force, and the contents of the cup drench her and the stranger.   Amelia lets out a gasp as the icy cold liquid touches her skin.  She looks up into the face of a beautiful man.  His hazel eyes catch her blue ones.  Her face automatically blushes red as she takes him in.  He is well built.  His muscles well defined through his now coffee stained t-shirt.  She drops her phone and wad of napkins in the frenzy.  She quickly reaches down to retrieve the now scattered napkins and her phone.  She slides the phone into the pocket of her oversized t-shirt and begins patting down the man's chest.   "I.. I am so sorry!  Please forgive me," Amelia says as she nervously tries to clean the man up.  He looks to her with a wide grin and chuckles.  "No worries love, I'll get cleaned up right as rain when I get home."  His accent catches her off-guard and she swallows hard.  Her words catch in her throat, so she just nods.  He smiles as she cleans him up the best she can.  "Hey love, don't worry about me.  And yourself?  Do you need help?"  He points to her shirt, now wet with her beverage.   Her eyes follow his finger and she lets out a sigh.  "No, I will be fine."  A nervous smile crosses her lips as she reaches for her phone.  She quickly looks at the time.  She has 10 minutes before her flight starts boarding.  She gives the beautiful stranger placed before her an almost disappointed look.  "Are you sure?"  He states with a wide grin.  She nods.  "I really wish I could stay and chat a bit more, but my flight is about to board.  I am sorry."   "Aye?  Where you headin, love?"  She gives him a wide grin.  "A much needed vacation," she excitedly answers.  The hazel-eyed stranger laughs as she begins to walk off.  He turns to look at her as she walks away.  "Perhaps we will run into each other again sometime, love!"  She looks over her shoulder at him with a smile.  He turns and walks towards the lounge, disappearing inside.  Amelia watches him as he disappears into the glass barricade.   She lets out a sigh as she reaches her gate.  "Must be nice," she mumbles to herself as she plops down into an empty chair.  Little does she know, from behind that glass barricade, that hazel-eyed, dark-haired man couldn't help but watch her.  After she gets in line to board the plane, he goes to the bar with a smile to order a drink.  Being a frequent flier, and a star in his home-country, he is usually well recognized by the airport staff.  "What shall it be for you today, Jake?"  His attention is taken away from the woman he just ran into and back to the bartender.  "You know what?  I am feeling a bit like an iced coffee today," he says with a chuckle.  The bartender smiles.  "Coming right up, sir."