First Class (Chaelisa)

Chapter 7: Las Vegas

Two weeks later – November

Lisa had left Roseanne several messages, and Roseanne in turn had left Lisa a few in reply. It was like they were playing endless phone tag as they both were constantly in different time zones. Each message was a decent length, giving each other a quick update on where and what they were doing along with a few texts throughout the day.

Roseanne mentioned to Lisa that she was going to be in Spain for the next two weeks, except that Lisa didn't fly to Spain and they were going to try and rendezvous after Roseanne's return.

Sitting in Chicago O'Hare, Roseanne is awaiting her flight to complete her European trifecta series. Picking up her phone to give Lisa another call, Roseanne's phone begins to ring instead. It's not Lisa, but Joong-Ki.

"Hello?"

"Park! Have you left the States yet?"

"No, I'm just sitting at the terminal, about 45 minutes until boarding," replies Roseanne.

"Oh thank god. Look, Felix can't make it to the Vancouver Film Festival this week, we need you to change your flight to take his place. Spain will be there when you get back, but this film festival is supposed to be huge and I don't want to miss it, you're my next best."

"Um, yeah, I can do that. Is Felix okay?"

"He's fine, he got in a car accident, but he's going to be fine. A bad chest wound from the airbag impact and a broken arm."

"Okay, I'll go change my flights now."

"Great. Thanks again Roseanne, you're a lifesaver!"

Roseanne heads to the customer service counter to sort out her flights. All direct flights from Chicago to Vancouver were full, the next soonest, a shitty 13-hour one-stop flight with a two-hour layover in Las Vegas, Joong-Ki definitely owed her.

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Sitting at the terminal of McCarran International in Las Vegas and awaiting her next flight, Roseanne pulls out her phone to give Lisa a call, planning to leave another message to let her know she'll be in Vancouver for the next. Just as she's about to hit the green button to dial, the most beautiful and distinguishable voice resonates behind her.

"Roseanne?"

Turning around, Roseanne smiles widely.

"Lisa, hi! I was actually just about to- call you," holding the phone idly in her hand.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were on your way to Spain? This is the opposite direction of flights unless you're going three-quarters the way around the world. Trust me, it's really not as glorious as it sounds."

Roseanne lets out a light laugh, it had only been two weeks, but she had considerably missed the brunette. More than she wanted to admit to herself or Lisa.

"Joong-Ki called, he needs me to go to Vancouver next week instead," explains Roseanne.

"Just next week?"

"Yeah, for a film festival."

"What are you doing the following week?"

"What do you mean?" replies Roseanne.

"I have a few days off, Tuesday through Friday. I'll be here in Vegas if you-" Lisa hesitated. For some reason, the bold, confident, and shrewd pick-up lines Lisa was used to delivering were gone and she was left with the simplicity of her thoughts, "Would you care to spend it with me? Perhaps go out to dinner?"

The situation was exceedingly ironic as Lisa thought back to their already existing multiple meals and nights together.

Roseanne grins at the question, "Are you asking me out on a date?"