Page 8 of Sparks Fly
“I know, and I really am sorry, but I need to get on this plane.”
She looks back and the other air hostess has begun to make her way down the aisle towards her colleague who gives her half a shrug and a confused look.
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes and stamps her foot softly to the floor.
“Great,” I mumble as I turn to look out the window.
“Seat seven, sir,” she says and that smug little smile that was dancing on my lips a little too confidently soon fades back into the shadows.
I hear the thud of his rucksack hit the seat opposite, followed by him.
I wait a moment before I let my eyes trail across to where he sits.
Dark hair. Tall. Blue eyes.
Easy to look at it.
But there was one problem.
He was a man.
After having my heart broken by one, I am not sure whether I am ready to even pick up a conversation.
He gives me a warm smile, I kind of smile back, I think, but then I slip out my headphones, place them over my head, and turn on my playlist.
I was in no mood to talk to the stupid, handsome stranger.
We wereabout an hour into our flight, and I was already sinking my second champagne. I shouldn’t really be drinking, but the nerves were beginning to bite at my insides. I had tried to read but my mind wasn’t in it. It was elsewhere. Floating somewhere, thirty thousand feet in the air.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to look at the air hostess, a small, tight smile on her face.
I push my headphones off and give her a smile.
“Sorry,” I shrug a shoulder up and she waves me off in a friendly manner.
“Can I get you some food? We have fresh sandwiches on board, or if you would like something a little more filling…”
“A sandwich would be fine, thank you.”
“Chicken salad?”
“Chicken salad sounds perfect.” I nod. “And maybe another glass of champagne.”
“Of course.”
She begins talking to the man and I slip my headphones back on, trying to lose myself in the music and read my book.
I just want to be off the plane now.
The landing was smooth,and I was up from my seat quickly as I grabbed my bag and slipped past the man. He gave me a sympathetic smile, and I threw one back. I wasn’t like this normally but given the circumstances… well.
I thanked the air hostess not only for her plane etiquette, but for also giving me her make-up routine.
The warm air dusts across my face and I pause at the bottom of the steps, closing my eyes for a moment as I inhale deeply.
I was here.
Stepping off, I reach for my phone and turn it on as I make my way into the terminal entrance. It vibrates with a welcomemessage before my phone starts to ping. A heaviness settles in my chest for a moment, and I wonder what I have done. Maybe I should have stayed at home, what if Royce changes his mind?
