CHAPTER 1

serendipity


It was a blue moon night. The most beautiful night in years was in all its glory illuminating New York City. The stars looked shiner than any other night, surrounding the entracing full moon that took everyone's breathe away. Even the clouds backed off to let the biggest moon take the stage for the evening. The sky was captivating, entrancing the people under its magic charm. Despite the spell that you got looking at the stars, it was undeniable that the moon was the one starring the magical production upon the city.

She was crying. Looking through the window, waiting for the plane to take off. She didn't know why she was crying, but tear after tear she couldn't help herself, and after a couple of minutes she was sobbing, hoping that no one notice a strange woman, sitting on a plane with wet cheeks and red puffy eyes. Everything had become too much for her. Moving to the west coast again, leaving almost everything behind her again. She was carrying too much weight on her back, taking care of everyone around her but herself, and suddenly everything overwhelmed her.

She just sat there, on that plane seat and left her tears to fall, trying to take off some of her burden.

He was late, the plane was about to take off and he had a meeting first time in the morning the next day and couldn't afford the fact to lose his flight. He could just have booked his flight for earlier that day. He should have booked his flight for earlier. In that way, he could get to LA and take some rest before his meeting. He didn't even knew why he booked the flight this late at night, if there was anything worse than an almost six hours flight, was this. He knew that he would be the whole flight chastising himself and he wouldn't be able to sleep at all. Decided to catch his flight even with the worst mood ever, he ran through the whole JFK Airport and finally got to the plane just in time. He was looking for his seat, with his chest heavy for his run, and trying to regulate his breath when he noticed the woman sat by the window. He stood there, unable to make any move.

She was beautiful. Her mocha skin was perfect, and the red wine sweater contrasted on point. He was pretty sure that he saw tears rolling down silently over her cheeks. Her beautiful cheekbones were wet. Even with her red puffy eyes, she looked incredible. Her beautiful curls framing her perfect face. She was looking through the window so he gave himself the permission to admire her face. His eyes roamed freely down her jawline and went up looking her perfect plump lips, her perfect little nose, and her perfect brown doe eyes. Her perfect brown doe eyes which now were looking at him. He blushed and gave her a little smile, embarrassed that was caught looking at her. Admiring her.

She didn't make any move. She was mesmerized by the Greek god that she was seeing. Was she dreaming? Maybe while she was crying she fell asleep and this perfect man stood beside her was just a dream. Her loud tear-falling had stopped just seconds before this divinity showed up and now was just the rest of her tears falling silently. She had been hoping that the person on the seat beside never came, so she could let out everything peacefully. While she was looking through the window, she felt something. A strength, an energy, a connection. Something. She couldn't help herself and looked for that something that she was feeling. And the minute she turned her face, she found it.

The bluest eyes she had ever seen were looking at her. It was as if those blue eyes could see through the walls that she had been building during her entire life. The time froze and she just kept looking at those eyes until the owner of those soft iris decided to break the gaze after a little smile that she barely watched. She traveled around his body. His jeans fitted him perfectly and marked that part between his legs in the most delicious way. She kept looking and the minute he rose his arms to close the compartment the shirt under his sweater, and his sweater, lifted up a little, letting her watch a sneak peak of his toned abdomen and his V muscle. When he sat beside her she took the time to admire his perfect face and found herself holding back to touch those beautiful curls of him. She looked again the gorgeous blue eyes who captured her on the first time and discovered that were looking directly at her.

"Hi," he said, with a smile on his face.

His voice was this deep baritone tone who could melt the Antarctic.

She realized that she was staring at him.

"Hi" she answered barely above a whisper, and gave him a little smile.

The time froze again and they just kept staring at each other eyes for what it seemed like years. Her eyes felt like home, he had never had this weird feeling before. For the first time in years, he felt like home. She couldn't stop the blushing all over her face. The way he was looking at her, those blue eyes fixated on hers. She was a mess, she had been crying at least for twenty minutes and suddenly, with his eyes on her, with the way he was looking at her, she felt the most beautiful woman on the earth. They both were speechless.

"Your eyes are beautiful" He blurted without a second thought.

"They are brown," She said frowning, a little confused. Brown, normal, basic, simple. As her life.

"So…?"

"They are boring," She said as it were the most obvious thing ever and the corners of her mouth lifted a little while she blushed. Was she really not accepting a compliment?

He stared at her like she had grown two heads and she giggled a little at his expression.

"What?" she said smiling.

"Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun?" He asked her seriously and without waiting for her response he continued "You don't always notice it at first but you'll see that 'brown' no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling and eclipse. There's nothing boring about brown eyes, less about yours, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own. And yours… yours are beautiful" He finalized, talking in the most honest way he could.

Those brown eyes were the most beautiful pair of eyes that he had ever seen. He could see through her soul just looking at them. What is happening here? He was giving to a completely strange woman a speech about how beautiful her eyes were, a woman that ten minutes ago he didn't knew that existed. Blessed the moment when he decided to book this flight.

She could swear that her heart melted at his speech. No one ever had talked to her in that way, less a stranger who she just met. She could felt the sincerity of his tone.

The fly attender gave the indications about the flight, but they barely heard it. They were too busy having the conversation of their lives. Just that they weren't talking at all, they were just looking at each other. Their gazes saying everything that they needed to say. The plane took off and they just smiled at each other and prepared for their 5 hours flight.

He couldn't be more thrilled about how funny the destiny was. He never booked his flights this late, but this night. And here he was, shocked, mesmerized for the most gorgeous woman. She was stunned by everything, this man beside her was a divinity and was saying to her the beautiest compliments that she had ever heard, and just minutes ago she was hoping that the seat next stayed empty. The blue of this stranger eyes could warm her soul in one second.

"Blue just became my favorite color," She thought.

"Well, mine is brown now," He said, looking at her with a grin.

Did she actually said it out loud? She blushed again. It looked like in the last 25 minutes she had blushed more than in her entire life. What was this man, this completely unknown man, doing with her confidence?

She didn't said anything else, just smiled at him, so he took the moment.

"Why are you going to LA?" he asked, with his most flirtatious smile.

"I don't talk about my life with strangers," She said plain, as a matter of fact. "I- I'm not trying to be rude, sorry" she smiled. Why was she apologizing? Since when she cared about what someone thought about her?

"Well, then we should get to know each other, so we wouldn't be strangers" a full slyly grin on his face.

She stopped herself from rolling her eyes at his flirting-at-the-bar line. "Have a good flight," she said smiling, feeling her confidence rise again. When she returned her attention to her own seat she realized how lonely she felt now that she wasn't looking at those blue eyes. She put her headphones and press play to her Steve Wonder playlist to distract herself. After a couple of songs, she was asleep.

She felt someone caressing her arm and started to wake up. She opened her eyes and saw a big hand over her arm. Following the hand, she saw a hard arm covered by a sweater. That sweater. She opened her eyes completely as realization crushed her. She had her head over his shoulder. How long ago was she sleeping over him? Why didn't he woke her? She was so embarrassed.

She raised her head suddenly and hit his cheekbone. Did he had his head resting on top of mine?

"Oh my god I'm sorry," she said, touching his face.

He just smiled at her and leaned a little over her hand. "It's okay"

She realized what she was doing and took off her hand quickly.

"I was trying to wake you up. We are about to land" He said calmly, looking at her with a smile on his eyes.

"Thank you. I- I am sorry about it" She said looking at his cheekbone getting red.

"It's okay, really," he said again.

They both fixed themselves to landing. She combed her hair with her fingers while he fixed his sweater. The plane landed and before the fly attending gave them any instruction, he spoke. It was now or never.

"Now that you used my shoulder as a pillow, do you mind at least give me your name?"

She blushed. "I'm sorry about it." She apologized again "It must've been the worst flight ever"

"To be honest, it was. But don't worry, I'll be fine" he teased.

"Oh, don't victimize you. I bet that my head was a pretty good pillow too" she laughed and teased him too.

"So my shoulder was a pretty good pillow?" He asked with a flirtatious smile.

This time she actually rolled her eyes, smiling at him "I'm Olivia" she said finally, extending her left hand.

"Fitz," he said, taking her little hand in his big one.

A shock of energy reached them and they both looked to their hands.

She lifted her gaze and looked him directly in his eyes.

He did the same.

Both expressions were full of disappointment, shock, concern. For the last five hours, they forgot about everything, literally everything.

He had a wedding band.

She had one too.


Hey y'all, this is my first story ever so, let me know what you think! You guys think the storyline is too repetitive or you think I should give it a try? My first language is not English so excuse me for any kind of typo.

Your thoughts and opinions are always welcome!

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