"Huh?" Felice asked, frowning with confusion.
"Yeah, I work here."
"What, like you're a pilot... Or a stewardess... Or a security guard...?"
Jeff shook off Felice's rambling questions. He wasn't sure if she was joking or if she really was that clueless. He hoped she was joking. Jeff hated clueless girls. Unless they were incredibly good looking. Jeff was unsure about Felice and hoped she was joking.
"No, no, no. I work over there." Jeff pointed towards the little airport store, filled with travel items, cheap last minute souvenirs, and dozens of magazines and books. One woman was reading Us Weekly. Two young boys were sitting on the floor, flipping through video game magazines.
"Oh, I see," Felice said, thumbing through her book, looking for the page she had left off. Her interest in the conversation seemed to disappear. Jeff watched Felice's face, looking at her eyes, waiting for any expression. Felice, who seemed to be fully immersed in her novel again, looked up at Jeff with a lost look in her eyes.
Jeff couldn't believe the nerve of this girl.
"What??" Jeff asked with a bit of disbelief.
"Yeah. What?" Felice asked again with an innocent ignorance.
"So that's it? The conversation is over?"
"Well, you answered my question. You revealed the solution to my puzzle. So that's done."
Jeff nodded his head in agreement. He looked around at the new people walking into the seating area.
"For another thing, you lied about flying back into town and coming off of a flight, and since I don't know much about you, it pretty much means that I think you're a liar. And I don't like liars."
"Not even a little bit?"
"Not at all. Why would I?"
Jeff started realizing that maybe Felice had a bit more know-how than he gave her credit for. His previous tricks crashed and burned, and now this girl might even dislike him. "Hopefully my boyish charm gets me out of this one," Jeff thought to himself.
"Well what was I supposed to say?"
Felice ignored his question. She wasn't done yet.
"And another thing: your opening line was lame. And you followed that up by insulting my clothes and then instigating that I was an idiot because of what I'm wearing..."
"Hey, I said you WEREN'T like the other girls! Remember? The book you were-"
Felice held up her book. She couldn't believe a guy she just met was trying to weasel his way out of his own mess.
"You mean this book? Have you even READ this book? Or was that a lie too?"
Jeff froze in place. Now he knew his back was against the wall. He smiled widely.
"Yeah. That's what I thought."