It was purely coincidental that he was on the same flight out of Los Angeles, and that he happened to work down the road from the house she rented.
I trudged through a boring day, knowing I'd return to an empty apartment as Betsy was off to Los Angeles for the entire week.
He would fly to Los Angeles, then transfer for the short hop north to Santa Barbara.
Julie was a basket case when she learned she'd be required to transfer planes in Los Angeles.
She's probably still in Los Angeles.