I love airports. They bring people closer to where they are supposed to be. I like watching people reunite with their loved ones; their smiles, their hugs, their obvious happiness. I only wish that at the end of my flight there would be a big group of people waiting for me, but all I would have is my hippie Grandma, Tess, who I love to death, but she's not my parents. At least I have my Walkman. I don't know what I would do without that and a good book. I was currently waiting for my flight from Vegas to Texas, while I was waiting I was listening to some Warren Zevon and reading Aberham Lincoln; Vampire Hunter. I was so engrosed in my book that I almost missed the anouncement for my flight. I quickly packed up my things into my carry on and stood up to head twoards the gate of my flight. Just as I took a step a guy around my age collided with me and sent me and my stuff to the ground.
"Thanks a lot dillhole." I openly said to him. Normally I would have been a bit more civil but I was totally on edge right now and this definitly did not help. He looked like he was about to offer an apology until my words sunk in.
"See you next fall" he said coldly. He scooched my stuff closer to me, stood up, brushed himself off and walked away.
As he was doing this I watched him like a hawk and noticed that he wasn't all that bad looking. He had on a white v-neck t-shirt, jeans, bangin' shoes and a hat with a kind of chibi Captian America on it.
After I got on the plane I started searching for my seat I was way in the back at H12. Luckily I had a window seat. I was halfway down the isle when I saw the dude that gave me the spill. He was in H11 right next to me. I was fairly embarred, never thought that I would have to see him again. I tentatively walked up to him, he was listening to his ipod. When I got close enough he looked up and his sour look returned.
"Hey" I said awkwardly wanting to be anywhere else in the world right now "Looks like we're going to be sitting together for the next couple hours. Sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Lilah and you are...? " I left off waiting for him to fill in the blank. Through my little speech he lost his sour look slightly but when I asked him who he was he just looked at me like I was mentally ill.
"You don't know who I am?" he asked semi-bewildered. I shook my head as I was getting out my flight essentials from my carry on which consisted of my walkman my book(naturally) and my neck pillow. He continued staring as I took my seat next to the window. I was getting a little annoyed so I asked him for his name again.
He had a mysterious sexy smile as he said "Nathan. Nathan Sykes."