White: queen's pawn d2>d4

After arriving in London, Seanna realized she couldn't find her connecting flight. As she wandered the concourse she overheard a pretty teenager asking at the information desk about "Air Ieyan".

"Excuse me, did you say Air-Ieyan?" Seanna interjected. "I'm looking for that, too!"

The middle-aged clerk looked back and forth between the two girls. "Huh, well, I wouldn't mind being on that flight!" His joke landed with a thud, however, so instead he checked over the radio for their departure gate.

"Are you going to ClubBuc, too?" Seanna asked hopefully.

"Yeah!" the other teen replied in an English accent, smiling broadly and extending a hand. "I'm Cheryl Swansen, from Essex!"

"Seanna O'Meara, from Dublin." The girls shook hands.

"Oh, it's such a relief to meet someone else!" Cheryl enthused. "I was worried it was some sort of prank!"

"Alright, girls, I found it," the clerk interrupted the excitement. "Air Ieyan is a private plane, so it's located over at the executive airfield. We'll have to arrange some transport for you."

The girls exchanged a shocked look. "Private jet?!" they said, linked fingers and shrieked in celebration.

Seanna started to think this was the best idea she ever had.