facts, and how to face them

i was on the train to the airport the other day, and this girl gets on and is staring at me in a disconcerting sort of way. the sort of attention-grabbing, 'is this for real, or am i a fool for thinking she's staring' way that strangers have of piqueing my interest. i soon decided a couple of things - first, that she just gazes at the world somewhat intently and thus was not staring at me, second, that she seemed pretty cool based on her impressively understated skatish-but-so-chill outfit, and third, that if she ended up on the same plane as me i might as well talk to her. i also started to wonder why she was going to fly anywhere with a school-sized backpack and no other luggage. sure enough, she wound up on my flight and, shockingly enough, two seats away from me across the aisle. people you notice on the way to the airport do not usually end up on the same flight as you, and certainly not in the same row. however, there is no reason it can't happen; it's just as likely as them being in the first row of that jet to france. of course, i found it highly likely she would be on my return flight - packed light, had mysteriously been in the same place as me twice already - but she was not.