You made your way onto the plane at a slow pace, irritating the other people boarding by slowing down progression of the line. But it wasn't as though you didn't have the right to be nervous. You're leaving your home state to persue your dreams in California.

Your anxiety flared up as you went over your situation in your head. You're going to leave all friends and almost all family to try to make it in the music business in the Los Angeles area of all places in your first year out of college. The whole idea in itself was incredibly risky. Though initially you were going to attempt to do the same in NY, your cousin who moved near LA a few years ago offered to let you stay with him while trying to make it instead of going it alone in the big apple. Which made sense, but NY was a bit closer to home. You'd be a lot farther away from everything you knew in California.

'Just breath.' you thought to yourself, 'Just take a few deep breaths, and find your seat.' You lugged yourself to the second to last row with your small but heavy suitcase and large handbag. (You could only afford having one bag not be a carry on, your parents offered to ship heavy things like your bed, shelves, and decorations so you promised you'd pay for your regular bags on your own.)

To be fair, the handbag was only for things to keep you entertained during the 4 1/2 hour flight. It's only contents were your phone, headphones, psp, games for said psp, and a sketch pad with pencils.

Checking your phone you see that the plane is due to take off in about fifteen minutes, and decide now would be a good time to put on your headphones and start drawing. Both of activities had proven to help ease you whenever you felt uncomfortable or worrisome, and soon you zoned out into your art.

You barely registered the person that had seated themselves in the aisle seat next to you or the departure, too busy focusing on a juicy guitar rift making its way towards your eardrum and how to curve the lines on the paper just so. The weight of the new life ahead of you melted away and you almost completely forgot where you were, until you felt someone tap against your shoulder.

Suspecting it was just the stewardess asking if you'd like a snack, you only pull one headphone off your ear, leaving them at a somewhat awkward angle but the other still audible, and don't look up from your paper.

"Hm?" You say.

"That's really cute."

That voice sounded so familiar. It sounded a lot like...but I couldn't be.

You look up and try to make yourself look as nonchalant as possible, only to fail as it's exactly who you thought it'd be. Dan Avidan. And in all honesty, you're pretty sure he's caught on to you knowing about him after the whole 4 seconds of just you staring at him.

You had absolutely no idea what to say to him. Your mind was completely blanket, aand to be honest you'd forgotten what he even said to you to grab your attention in the first place. So you say the only word you can think of.

"What?"

"...I said that's really cute."

You realize he's talking about your drawing. You quickly look down to your paper. He's right. You'd been drawing a little ram who's body was round and fluffy like a cloud with little stubby feet that were barely visible due to the wool and horns so tightly swirled and rounded off they reminded you of cinnamon rolls. Very cute, downright adorable in fact.

"Yeah...um, th-thanks. Thank you."

"No problem" He says, and directs his attention to the book he has open in his hands.

You've got a feeling this flight is going to be a lot longer than you initially thought.