Encounter
Encounter. You never get a second chance for your first impression, so better don't screw it. You never know if the person will affect your future, so you better be aware.
As you know I'm a stewardess, air hostess, flight attendant… I serve the flight passengers. Of course not all of them. Luckily Izzie managed that I would only have to serve the First and Business Class passengers but there rarely is somebody flying First Class from New York to Seattle these days. So, only Business Class.
The Business Class passengers are always the same. Lawyers, Doctors, Sales Managers, all these Business men. Or Women.
So we try to remember their names, which isn't as difficult as it may seem. We remember their names, serve them their beloved tomato juice, have small talk with them and make sure the next time they fly with us again. It's pretty easy. Just watch…
"Mr. Miller! Nice to have you on board again!", I exclaimed, pushing the trolley in front of me.
"Meredith! You know I always fly with you! How have you been?", he asked me.
"Great! Considering the fact we talked last week… So, the usual?", I asked him, pouring his tomato juice with green pepper in to one of those plastic cups and handing it to him.
"Thank you, Meredith!", he said
"You're welcome." I retorted and walked off, pushing the trolley to our next passenger.
So you see, it's really easy, as long as you keep them satisfied. I walked back to "The Dock" to fill up my trolley and scan trough all the passengers…
Mr. Miller, the best lawyer on the east coast, Mr. Jackson, business tycoon, Dr. Sloane, great plastic surgeon and hot "man candy" as referred in the magazines (and I have to agree), Mrs. Müller, a Swiss banker, living in New York. And…
Oh! Who's that? Dark, curly, messy hair, hypnotizing blue eyes, his dark red shirt clung to his muscular chest…
He's hot.
I mean really hot.
Smokin'
Stop dreaming, Meredith!
I've never seen him on this flight before so let's just find out. I walked toward the stranger, keeping a friendly smile on my face and greeted him.
"Hello and welcome on board. Would you like something to drink, sir?", I asked in my super friendly voice. It's well trained. I also need it in hotel management. Seriously! If you could hear it, you would be surprised just HOW friendly I sound, but still not TOO friendly. All training.
Oh come on, you little business man. Look up from your laptop already and give me your order.
I caught myself peeking at his ring finger.
No rock. Nothing. Not even a shade. Perfect.
"Do you have anything else than your "Tomato Juice"?! I'm sure I can afford better!", he spat. A bit cocky, are we?
"Of course. We have a wide assortment of soda and alcoholic drinks, Mr…?", I said, trying to get his name. That man is really grumpy.
"Double Scotch, Single Malt.", he ordered, still not looking up from his laptop.
"I'll be right back", I stated and began to turn around when he finally looked up. I swear you've never seen so beautiful, magnetizing, hypnotizing blue eyes. I felt his eyes staring at me, burning a hole.
Like what you see?
"Here's your drink, Mr…?", I said, trying again. He took a sip and actually smiled at me. All you need is scotch, huh?
"Thanks", he stated and asked, "I'm Dr. Shepherd and you are?"
"Meredith. So Dr. Shepherd, is this your first flight with American Airlines?", I asked, taking advantage of his mood, trying to get more out of him.
"Actually, it's going to be my first time in Seattle. I'm a doctor.", he said.
A doctor? No way! Gosh, he really must think I'm deaf, as if I didn't hear him introduce himself
"Oh really! What's your specialty?", I asked, more to suck-up than out of interest.
"Well, I'm a neurosurgeon…?", he asked. Asked?! Is this supposed to be a question? Haha, you think I don't know what a neurosurgeon is?! You think I'm just some dumb girl you could fool? Nice move, doctor, nice move.
"Oh, a brain surgeon!", I exclaimed and as predicted he was surprised. Jerk! "Well, I won't keep you up any longer, I'm sure your are really, really busy!", I said sarcastically, hoping he didn't hear it. I don't think so. I was trained in sarcasm by Cristina.
Encounter. So now you see how important the first impression is. Especially for women. That Dr. Shepherd thought he could fool me?
No way, doctor.