'I'm sorry, it's my fault. I should've been paying attention.' I tell the women as I help her pick up her hot pink bag. 'The name is Rachel, by the way."

She grabbed the bag out of my hand and replied with a smile, 'Juliet.' She then proceeded away from me, to Gate Seven.

I take my stuff and walk to the point where I can see the huge board. Gate One? No. Gate Two? No. I kept checking until I found my flight. Gate Seven.

I paced down the carpet floor in the airport down to the Gate so I wouldn't miss the flight. I handed the slim women at the front of the gate my ticket. Her blonde hair and ruby red lipstick really caught my attention.

'This seems to be an invalid ticket, ma'am.' she told me as she began to dial a phone.

'What do you mean?' I asked as I looked around for a name tag on her blouse or of one on the counter. 'Renee.'

'My name isn't Renee!' she told me with attitude. I was ready to throw hands. But, I kept my temper down.

'I'm sorry.' I said to her.

She took hold of my ticket and put it through a test of scans on her laptop. She began to speak into the phone, 'Yeah, Steve, it doesn't have a serial number.'

'I got the ticket off of-'

She slammed a book down. 'Don't you see I'm on the phone?' she yelled. 'Sorry Steve, the woman with the bad ticket. What does the no serial number mean? Blacklist? Yes sir, thank you."

She hung up the phone and kept fiddling with her computer. 'Where did you buy this ticket from?'

I showed her the website. she looked it up for herself and took about an hour to check everything. She dialed on the phone again. 'Steve, is she okay to go? She got it from our website.'

She handed me a receipt and told me I could carry on in. I began to walk down the narrow stretch of walkway, hearing the sounds of trucks under me packing the passenger's bags into the plane.

My phone beeped a text and it was from my father. It read:

How's the plane ride?

I stick the phone back into my pocket when I suddenly stumble and almost fall out of the catwalk. I grab onto a handle, but my grip began to weaken. I start to fall but a hand grabs me, a women's hand.

'The plane left an hour ago.' she told me as she pulled me up back onto the catwalk. 'I missed it myself.'

It was Juliet.

'Thank you!' I tell her as we both walk down the hall. She looked very calm at the fact she had just missed her flight.

She asked me, 'Why are you going to Bejing?'

I told her I was a college student and that I was going around the world in one summer. She looked extremely interested.

'My daughter was a sophmore in high school when her father and I divorced, and I haven't seen her since. I really miss her, and it being three years she has since started college.

'You never visit?' I ask.

She shakes her head.

I pass the women's desk, the one who told me my ticket was "invalid".

She was in a really pissy mood by this time, as I had told her not one but two people missed their flights for the SAME reason. She was looking in the wrong spot for the serial number. She never apologized.

I hope she gets fired. I walked along side Juliet until we get to the sliding doors at the entrance.

"I guess this is it." I tell her as we depart ways. She stops me.

"I have no ride, and we're going to the same place. Why don't we just ride around until the next flight?"

I sit there and wait for a second. "I guess," I tell her, "Why don't we go get some coffee while we wait?"

As we make our way to my favorite cafe, I can't help to notice how she taps her feet. It's the same way my mother did back when I was young. She did it when she felt a sense of security and friendship. Was I this women's friend?

We made it to the cafe in about ten minutes and I kindly bought her a small coffee, which was what she ordered. We sat by the window and she began to talk to me about her life after she had taken one sip of her drink.

"I'm from Maryland, "she told me as she set her drink down, "But, I have lived in St. Louis for twenty years!"

It took me a while to remember, but my mother was born in Annapolis, Maryland, and moved to St. Louis when she was eighteen, which is when she met my father and eventually had me when she was twenty.

"Where in Maryland were you born?" I asked her.

She brushed through her hair and took another sip of her coffee. "Arnold." she told me.

I sighed of relief. But, just when I thought she wasn't some reincarnation of my mother, she added, "Which is a suburb outside of Annapolis."

Could this have been my mother? It couldn't have though, since my mother had died three years ago. She was strikingly similar, but this couldn't be right, right?

I kept listening to her life story before the clock had struck one, and we were to head back to the airport where another plane was awaiting us to head to Bejing.

"I had fun," she told me as we departed our ways, when she added, "Hopefully we will see each other again."

I went to the corridor as she went to check in, to get her ticket back. I paced as fast as I could, just to assure I wouldn't miss it.

As I entered the plane, I looked for my seat number to find where I was sitting. One. Two. Three. Four. I counted the rows as I made it to the tenth one, which was where my seat was located. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

I squeezed in to where my seat was and sat down, making myself comfortable. Time passed until I noticed Juliet entering the plane. She paced down the aisle before stopping next to me.

"We meet again. I guess our seats are right next to each other." she told me as she pulled off her sweater, and began to read her book.