"I'm sorry ma'am but the 6' o clock flight to New Orleans has been delayed do to the incoming snowstorm." Cordelia huffed, turned on her heels, and stepped away from the counter. And headed back to the seating area of the airport, dropping her purse on the floor, she sat down on one of the stiff, black metal chairs.
"Ya headed to New Orleans?" Cordelia turned her head towards the raspy voice. Where a woman–not much younger than herself–sat two seats from her.
"Yes, are you?" The other woman nodded, her long, curly blonde hair shaking with her.
"Yeah, goin' to spend some time with my Ma during the holidays." The younger woman extended her hand, "I'm Misty." Cordelia smiled and took the woman's hand in her own, shaking it timidly.
"Cordelia." Misty scooted down a seat to be closer to the blonde.
"Nice to meet ya, Cordelia."
"Likewise," The older woman turned her attention to the cell phone in her hand.
"Another three hours till we can get another flight. If the weather clears." Misty stated aloud. The business woman looked up once more, grimacing.
"Yes," She shrugged, "It's a very big inconvenience. I'm very busy."
"Oh yeah, what do ya do?" Cordelia bent down to grab at her suitcase.
"I'm a lawyer. For my mother's law firm." The older woman sighed, "Goode and daugh–"
"I knew I saw ya from somewhere!" The wild haired blonde exclaimed, "Ya are the woman off the commercials." Misty straitened her posture and put her hands in her lap. "Goode and Daughter's law firm. Where there's a bad situation, we can always find the 'goode'." Misty tried her best to reinact the commercial. While the latter covered her face with her hands mumbling,
"Oh, God. That was awful."
"I thought it was clever."
"More like cheesy."
"Whatever you say Mrs.Goode."
"Ms," Misty quirked an eyebrow. "It's Ms.Goode not Mrs. And you can call me Cordelia."
"What?" The Cajun turned in her seat to fully face the latter, " A gorgeous, funny woman like yourself isn't married?" She blushed slightly at the woman's words.
"T-Thank you," Cordelia sighed, "What about you? I mean, are you with anyone?"
"Nope! I'm just plain ol' Misty Day."
"Did you say Misty Day?" Misty nodded. "As in Misty Day the lead singer for The Wildflowers?"
"The very one." Ms.Goode's mouth dropped open wide enough for her to catch flies. "If ya keep your mouth open like that you'll catch some critters." Cordelia quickly shut her mouth and squeaked with joy.
"I love, love, love your band. Oh my goodness. Your voice is a-amazingggg." The Cajun giggled then smiled at the change of woman's demeanor.
"Thank ya. That means a lot ."
"This may sound utterly ridiculous but may I have your autograph?" Misty's blue eyes brightened and she nodded her head frantically.
"Of course!" Cordelia pulled out a pen and piece of paper before handing it to the latter. Who gladly accepted it. After a few seconds she was done.
"Here ya go, Ms.Goode." The older woman grabbed the paper and examined it.
Misty Dawn Day
Gotta run, decided to drive.
To: Ms. Cordelia Goode
Call me.
Was written in gorgeous cursive hand writing and just below it laid a phone number. And when the lawyer gazed back up the Cajun was gone.
Oh, you bet the woman was going call her as soon as she got into town.
End
