Connor handed his credit card over to the waitress. he was about to reply when his phone rang. He flipped it open and answered, "Hello?"
The voice was fairly loud, "Yes, this is Connor Hawk, correct?"
"Um, yes,"
"Your seat on flight 816 to London that we had said was unavaible, just reopened and you can now fly to London four nights from tonight."
"Really!? That's-oh my gosh!-thank you!"
"Yes, sir. Goodbye," the voice said.
Connor hung up the phone, a broad grin was on his face.