"Tanya," Louis whispered to his friend next to him. "I think her name is Tanya."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, I don't know why you can't just quit talking to me about her and go over there to say hi yourself."

Louis faced frontward again, frustrated with the lack of help provided by his friends. Couldn't they see that fantastically beautiful woman caddy-corner from him? Did they see her face? Hear her voice as she spoke to the woman seated next to her? Couldn't they just tell she was something?

Maybe it was good if they couldn't, though, because Louis didn't need any competition in this. He turned his head again, ever so slowly, and stole another glance. This time, she was looking back. She smiled and he gave her back a smile that as so rushed and panicked that maybe he looked insane. He snapped his head forward again, embarrassed to have been caught in the act, and faced forward once more, pretending to have incredible interest in the back of the seat just ahead of him.

He continued this for most of the ride to San Diego and when the plane ride was almost over, Harry finally talked him into it. "Look, man, there's a seat right next to her. I don't know why you can't just go say hello!"

Louis was tired of the teasing and used that for his motivation to stand up and walk back one row. She stared up at him as he stood silent next to her for what felt like eternity.

"This seat taken?" he asked suavely with a hint of incredible nervousness.

She cleared her throat. Even that sound was stunning. "No, go ahead, sit."

And so he did, putting his hands a bit awkwardly on his knees, and he smiled at her. "I'm Louis."

"Tanya," she said, extending his hand to him for a shake which he warmly returned.

"Do you live in San Diego?" he asked.

"Yeah, well we're just moving there, actually."

He nodded, questions threatening to boil over, and then he couldn't help it anymore and he asked them all. Where she was from, if she had siblings, what her friends were like, what kind of music did she listen to and what movies did she watch, he wanted to know about it all, and she was more than plesant and answered every question in great detail, even managing to get her own questions in, here and there. It was chitchat, but it was the most wonderful chitchat he had ever engaged in.

The plane landed and he realized this might be it.

"Hey, um, so I know I don't know you well but me and my friends, we'll be in San Diego for a week or so and maybe, you know, we could get something to eat or a tea or coffee or ice cream or..."

She laughed, stopping his rambling. "Any of that would be really nice, sure."

He beamed with pride and turned to see all of his friends turned around, smiling at him cheekily, thumbs in the air. Tanya laughed, which was great opposed to her being freaked out. They exchanged numbers as they deboarded the plane into the sprawling airport. When it came for them to split their seperate ways, Tanya stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. His heart melted.

"I'll see you soon, Louis."

He grinned. "Real soon, Tanya."

He watched her walk off with her mother and he turned to see his friends waiting for him by baggage claim. He jogged over and leapt onto them.

"Dude, score!" Niall exclaimed. "Number?"

"Got it, and a date. She's great, man."

"Aren't they all," Harry replied with a wink.

Louis shook his head. "No, man. This one... she's different. This is going to be something."

They all laughed at Louis and the stars in his eyes, but he had never been more serious in his life. He just knew it was going to be something.