She looks exactly like this girl I know that works at the skin cream booth at the mall. She's Israeli too.
I swear that every time I go there I have to walk really fast past that booth before she gets a chance to start talking to me (or see me, as if I walk by quickly without talking to her she'll text me and ask why I didn't stop). Every time she does, no matter how strong my resolve, I somehow end up spending more than a Hot Toys figure on skin care products.
Fortunately for you, crash-landing in a plane isn't a prerequisite for asking her out.