First Sight, First Love

You are unable to shake the sight of the other woman licking her perfect lips and ungraciously dump Jessika's satchel in her seat. With a mummbled excuse about the restroom that sounded lame as it left your mouth, you hurry off the shuttle and into the slowly crowding terminal. At your back you can just make out the frustrated whimper of Jessika as she lifts her heavy satchel. You guess any chances you might have with her are set back by your commitment.

Outside the airlock, the flight director is repeatedly informing passengers that a few hours of delay are necessary before official entrance is allowed. You smile inwardly and start searching for the fit mechanic you saw earlier.

It takes a moment but you eventually spot her looking over the nearby mounted map with her finger pensively against her lips. You slip up beside her and pretend to be examining the map yourself so as not to seem too creepy. She gestures vaugely with her hand and without looking towards you whispers, "Pool." before turning and walking off down a side corridor.

It takes a moment for you to realize what just happened, but you non-chalantly make your way to the same side corridor saying something about washing with exercise to no one in particular.