Kat looked up. The flight was late - again.
What was it with these places? You'd think they'd never heard of a clock.
"Hey, what's your name?" said a male voice to her right. She turned hurriedly, her brown-copper spark-y hair flying all over the place. Her amber eyes focused on a young face - he only looked about a year older than her.
"I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" She didn't like men, but this one was hardly more than a boy.
"Of course, sweetheart, who else would I be talking to?" he said. She resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose in distaste. Sweetheart, she thought, disdainfully. Yuk.
"I'm sorry, but I ... er ... have to go," she said uncertainly. Kat had always been wary of strangers, in her own way.
"No, don't go!" He looked genuinely dismayed. "It's not every day I meet someone as hot as you."
She stepped away, scared. Her hair fizzed with electricity, and her eyes, with their startling orange shades, seemed to grow darker.
"Trust me, there's a lot more to me than meets the eye," she said, and turned away.