Disclaimer: I sadly own nothing of the Red Eye movie. Absolutely nothing. The only part of this that I own is the few OCs and the idea. I make nothing out of this besides pure entertainment.

Red Eye Romance, a Fanfiction

Chapter Three - Contact

"Yeah, thank you," Lisa said, looking at him, a smile on her face.

"Oh, not at all, that was just back up. You got the ball rolling…" He smiled back.

"Oh, yeah. Reflex, I guess." She blushed a bit at the praise.

"Why is that?" Jackson asked.

"I work in a hotel. I deal with people like that all the time." Lisa said and Jackson appreciated her honesty. Even though he knew her not to be the type to lie to make herself sound more important than she was it still made him smile.

"The Marriott? The Hilton?" Jackson pretended to guess, even though he knew quite well exactly where she worked.

"The Lux Atlantic. It's in-"

"Miami," Jackson finished for her, watching her smile at his recognition of her hotel, "Right, I know it well." In fact, I may know it just as well as you do…

"Yeah," Lisa's smile widened and Jackson could tell that she was warming up to his bordering-on-flirtation conversation.

"So, you're on this-"

"Very delayed flight to Miami. Yeah," Lisa looked back at the sign saying the flight was still delayed and frowned. She turned back to him, "You?"

"Yeah, sadly, yeah," Jackson said. He paused to think about it before continuing, "But you know what? That's why God created the Tex-Mex. Best nachos in the airport and right across from our gate."

"Good tip. Thanks," She smiled and Jackson almost wanted to chuckle as he saw her attraction to him. This job was getting interesting. He had never seen her react well before when men tried to be social with her. Made him wonder why; she was, after all, very pretty.

"Save you a seat?" He pushed the flirtation just a bit further.

"Oh…um…" Lisa's smile dimmed a bit. He'd pushed it too far for her comfort.

He backtracked. "Yeah, that was…I thought since we're on the same flight…I didn't' mean to invade your personal space."

"No, it's just…I have a few calls to make."

The lady checking bags looked at Lisa, "Ma'am, I can help you over here!"

"No, I understand. Go ahead. Have a good flight." Jackson said. Even if I won't see you at the bar I will be seeing you soon enough anyway.

"Okay. You too."

Lisa glanced back at him as she walked away and smiled. He was attractive. He would have been exactly her type if she had a one but ever since the incident she didn't socialize well to men. She walked up to get her bag checked and couldn't help but feel a bit regretful at not accepting the man's invitation.

Walking away from the check-in desk she saw the man at the bar, an empty seat next to him. He was relaxed, ordering something. She couldn't help but notice his lean body and how the business suit was professional and nicely form fitting. Maybe she didn't need to regret a lost chance? Maybe she had time to go back and talk to him a bit more before the flight.

She amused herself with thinking about flirting with him. He said he was going to Miami as well and she day dreamed slightly about giving him her phone number so he might contact her while he was there. She turned away, still thinking about the possibility…and reality crashed down on her in the form of a lady's iced latte.

She calmed down the lady, assuring her that everything was quite fine, and then headed off to the bathroom to clean up. Lisa attempted to dab the mess with water and paper towels but was sorely disappointed when the coffee stain wouldn't come out all the way. She began rummaging through her pack for something else to wear and decided on a white wrap-around sweater.

While changing she saw her reflection in the mirror. She had a nice flat tummy and she assumed that she looked decent enough for men to want her. In fact, she'd never had a problem with men wanting her or not it was the…Her eyes rested on the long, jagged scar over her right breast. She didn't trust men anymore. One man had ruined that for her.

She shook her head. It will never happen again, she told herself. She finished dressing and walked back out into the main airport area. Like a magnet to metal her eyes were drawn to the man from earlier. She couldn't help it. Somehow, even though she didn't trust men she was attracted to him. Despite all. She walked up to the empty seat next to him.

"Oh, hi," the man said, putting down is drink and greeting her with a warm smile.

"Hi…" She felt a little less frightened by his grin. "Is this seat taken?"

"No, it's all yours!" He said, staring at her with those beautiful pale eyes, "So, did you get your calls made?"

"Yep," She felt guilty for the lie, "No more calls…"

"Good," he said, widening his smile to show a perfect set of teeth, "What will you have?"

"No, it's…um, I'm okay," she said, feeling as if this was a sort of miniature date.

"If I can guess," he said.

She looked at him curiously, "Okay."

"Ummmm, I'm feeling vodka," he said, looking at her, "Definitely sweetened…cosmo?"

Lisa made a face.

"No. Way too common…a screwdriver? No, no, no. Way too boring…" He looked thoughtful, "That leaves me with the simplicity of grapefruit or the complexity of the pineapple…"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Grapefruit see breeze," He smiled.

She almost let him win but for some reason, she decided to lie.

"Can I have a bay breeze?" She asked the bartender. Turning back to the man she smiled, "Very impressive talent though. Very close."