Cuddy checked her voicemail for the tenth time and sighed. Three hours in the airport. Odds of getting home were not looking good.
The man across from her -- wearing a tweed sportcoat most guys couldn't have pulled off -- offered a weary smile. "Long day." Ah, he was English.
"What brought you to Cleveland?"
"Conference. Hospital administration. You?"
He colored slightly. "A former -- student of mine lives here."
Maybe it was the accent, but she was charmed. His blush reminded her of Wilson. "Good visit?"
"Quite." This smile transformed him.
"Lucky student," Cuddy said, on impulse, and smiled back.