This lady's name is Melissa. She tends bar at Chili's inside the Fort Lauderdale, FL airport, and she does it with charm, flare, and self-assurance. Pretty much like redheads do everything, in my experience.
Our flight delayed, The Famous Author was hang-dogging it on a barstool, unaware of his surroundings. He let me out of the computer case after the first Jim Beam, however, and I quickly got things loosened up. Melissa had her hair tied in a bun, but it didn't take me long to get it down. All I had to do was mention my blog.
Turns out Melissa's dad is a major reader of crime and mystery novels, too, so TFA got his book out, signed one for Ray, and the party got started.
We almost missed our flight.