Standing with everyone else, waiting to board our flight to Kansas City, I caught her looking at me. In that moment, I could have either looked away or held her gaze. I chose to hold, and so did she. With our eyes locked, we had our moment. I was the first to look away. I turned and resumed my pacing back and forth. Unintentionally, I looked back. I don’t know what I would have done if our eyes locked again. But she wasn’t looking at me. She had her arms crossed, staring forward. I think she was miffed with me for looking away. Blonde, pretty, and sure of herself, she must have been used to being the first to look away.