"Attention passengers on flight AA934 to San Jose. The departure gate has been changed. The flight will now be leaving from Gate 26."

Calmly turning another page of her Glamour magazine, Cress hardly paid attention to the airport announcements. When she had started traveling for her job, she had been focused on each and every announcement, scared to miss the ones that applied to her. Two years later, she droned out the typical airport sounds.

She just finished reading her horoscope (Cancer: If you want to impress someone, today is a great day to finally show off exactly what you're made of. Go for a direct approach.) when she saw a familiar figure at the other side of the stand, looking through a Men's Health magazine.

By now their random encounters didn't even surprise her anymore.

He seemed very engrossed in his reading though Cress had no idea what in Men's Health could hold anyone's for attention that long. Diet plans? New training exercises?

Not that he looked as if he needed any of it.

A bit unsure of what to do, Cress decided to follow her horoscope's advice and go for a direct approach. If she could impress him, though, was an entirely different matter.

Grabbing her little suitcase, she made her way around the magazine stand. She was painfully aware that she still didn't know his name, so she settled for a simple:

"Hello."

He turned to her and while she could see that he was a tired, the smile he gave her was broad and genuine.

"Fancy seeing you here." He winked at her but then did a double-take. "You cut your hair."

"Oh. Yes." She tucked a short strand of her bob behind her ear, blushing because he had noticed. She had gotten her hair cut a few weeks ago and Cress was surprised that they hadn't met in the meantime.

He smiled even more in appreciation. "It looks good. More than good."

Cress beamed. "Thank you. Maybe it will save me some time at security too. They usually messed up my bun looking for some hidden grenade." She rolled her eyes, pleased when he laughed.

"You mean you didn't smuggle grenades in your hair? Shucks, there goes my theory that you're a spy."

"You never know, " Cress started. "But actually—" An announcement interrupted her.

"Flight BA766 is now boarding. All passengers please proceed to gate B1. I repeat, Flight BA766 —"

"Oh, that's me. Sorry, I have to go." Quickly putting back the Glamour magazine, she grabbed her suitcase and swerved it with practiced ease. She turned around to wave. "Until next time."

He returned her wave. "Until next time."

Her heels clacking on the floor, Cress left the bookstore towards gate B1. She had been at this airport before so she didn't need to look at the signs anymore.

"Hey."

A baggage cart almost hit her as she turned around. He was standing at the entrance of the bookstore, though his suitcase was nowhere in sight, which was unusual for him. She doubted she had ever seen him without his suitcase - the exact same model as hers. He must have left it behind when he came after her.

Had she forgotten something? She hadn't left with the unpaid magazine, she had her suitcase, her blazer was draped over her arm. What could he want from her? She waited, a bit unsure, but he didn't come any closer. Instead, he hollered:

"I still don't know your name!"

A few people looked up when they heard him but quickly continued on minding their own business.

It occurred to Cress that he didn't know her name either, despite having met and talked several times at several airports across the country. And she never thought that he would be interested in knowing.

Hardly a person to shout back at someone, Cress nevertheless cupped her hand around her mouth and tentatively called back, "It's Cress."

He obviously hadn't heard her and he gestured at his ear to let her know.

Cress looked around awkwardly but then again, she would be gone in a few minutes anyway — up in the air and on her way to a new city. She raised to her toes, making herself as tall as she could (hopefully that would count as her showing off exactly what she was made of, just like her horoscope advised her to do), took a deep breath and shouted:

"It's! Cress!"

Her voice echoed in the wide terminal and many people looked at her with bewilderment but the grin and thumbs up he gave her was worth it. She gave him a last wave and hurried towards terminal B1.

The next time they met, she would hopefully learn his name too.

A/N: Hi everyone. This is a new idea I'm working on and which I hope you'll like. I needed a break from PEA and wanted to try my hand at (more or less) short drabbles. So this is a chance for me to explore Cress and Thorne in a new setting. As stated in the summary, it's going to be a series of drabbles rather than a typical story. Most of them are connected overall but it won't be necessarily chronological. They will all take place in this scenario though, with Cress and Thorne meeting randomly at airports ... for now. ;) It's less pressure for me and I can get to the cute OTP stuff sooner, and that's why we're all here for anyway, right? :P I'll write an Author's Note at the beginning of each chapter, so you will know when that particular drabble takes place.

As always, thanks to lovelunarchron for betaing everything I write. And helping me with the summary. And coming up with the titles. She still refuses to write the actual fic though (I asked). :D