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 Little surprise, the terminals felt cramped and uncomfortable. But Sabrina stayed positive despite adverse environments. She'd avoided eye contact thus far, yet moving towards the door, eyes lifted.

"What's going on?" she thought, noticing the appeal of a foreign face.

"Good evening," the flight attendant said while taking her ticket.

Overcome by a whimsical tactlessness, Sabrina recoiled and observed.

"Jennifer Connelly," the flight attendant added. "You're in seat 7-G."

Sabrina passed through with a subtle glance and took a seat by the window. Blinding sunlight obscured the view of the terminal. So, as the allure of seeing her parents one last time faded, she wept. However, even amidst sadness, she became distracted.

"Hello again. Everything alright?" Jennifer inquired, easing into the adjoining seat.

"I'm fine..." Sabrina answered, gesturing to the window.

"Hoping for a last goodbye."

"Your parents?"

She immediately nodded and concealed a carry-on. Because if anyone resembles a student, it's her. With that, Jennifer's direct queries weren't surprising.

"So..." Jennifer continued. "I assume you're attending school in Boston?"

Sabrina giggled and adjusted her posture.

"No, London."

Jennifer's eyes widened.

"Like England?"

Sabrina chuckled.

"Yeah--like England."

Sabrina felt taken, but remained reserved, despite Jennifer's consistent gazes.

"I'm sorry..." Jennifer said. "I don't mean to stare, but you remind me so much of someone."

Sabrina gave a wry smile and crossed her legs.

"I see."

"The similarities are amazing!" Jennifer admitted. "You could pass for her twin sister."

Sabrina scrutinized as Jennifer journeyed down the aisle. Awed by the attraction, but puzzled by the interest. From out of nowhere, a suitcase slid into the overhead compartment.

"I can't believe I made it!" a young woman announced while claiming the seat beside her.

Sabrina smiled and offered a hand.

"Sabrina Kole."

"Beautiful name..." the girl replied, shaking hands. "Tatum, Tatum Cotour."

"A pleasure."

Tatum leaned back and relaxed.

"Likewise, I'm from Atlanta, Georgia, but I was visiting friends in Kansas City."

"I've lived here all my life."

"A southern belle...?" Tatum questioned. "This is going to be a fun flight."

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