The layover in Nashville had been close to unbearable. During her century long wait, the only thing to keep her from losing her mind was listening to some Taylor Swift and thumbing through the latest issue of Vogue she bought at the news stand. As she flipped the page, a perfume ad with a half naked man embracing a classically dressed woman lured her attention.

Her blue eyes took in the muscular definition of the male model, her fingers tracing over his arms before she pried open the glue fold. Scents from the fold greeted her nose as she brought it to her lightly make upped face and took a whiff.

As she was mid breathing a flannel clad blonde sat down next to her since there weren't many empty seats around her. The backpack he had dropped between his legs and he ruffled with the front pocket; all while she still had the paper pressed to her nose and probably looking like a complete goober.

It didn't even dawn on her that she was staring until he turned his head to glance her way and she saw his kind green eyes. Embarrassed by this she quickly turned, glad the magazine covered her burning cheeks.

"Howdy." He said as he straightened up his his seat after zipping his bag. "They've got us packed tight like sardines."

The shield in the form of a magazine lowered and she grinned. "Yeah... I've been here for nearly three hours."

"Ouch. That stinks. Where'd you fly in from?" There was a hint of an accent there as she continued to look at his face, his features rather handsome and easy on the eyes.

She pointed at a little pin of the Eiffel Tower on her cardigan and tilted her head a little before she spoke. "Paris. It's always been a dream of mine to go. My parents got me the tickets for my birthday and how can a girl say no to that?"

This guy she just met peered towards the pin, his blonde hair falling into his eyes as he did so. "Say. That's cute. You went alone?" He looked up at her before moving back. "I'm Sam by the way." After he said this he extended a hand out to her.

People still shake hands? She questioned as she popped hers out and wrapped it around his. "Anya. This is weird. I can't remember the last time I shook someone's hand that wasn't over 30."

"Hey. It's the polite thing to do and I was brought up with manners."

He looked like he was taken aback by what she said. "What? No. I'm sorry. I was only sayi-" but she was interrupted by his rather hearty laugh.

"Relax. No need to get worked up over somethin' small. You never did tell me if you went alone or not. Meet a boyfriend there?"

"I have an aunt that lives outside the city and she showed me around." Anya wasn't too sure if he was fishing for information on whether or not she is single. "No boyfriend to be met there. Actually I'm a little bummed that I didn't meet a guy there. Paris is supposed to be the city of love and I ended up loving way too much wine and French cuisine."

Sam looked away from her while she talked as the woman at the stand for their gate started to announce that they'll be seating First class momentarily. "I find that hard to wrap my head around. I figured French guys try to woo you with poetry and candle light dinners." He looked her way again and she could have sworn he winked.

"Yeah. Right." she brought her hand up to her loose dark brown hair and ran her fingers through the soft strands as she shyly looked away from him, her mouthing out 'Oh my God.' to no one in particular but her reaction clearly entertaining the woman who sat across from her. Anya gave her a silly smile and pretended she needed to get her ticket ready to show at the gate.

When she returned, facing forward, ticket in hand she heard him laugh again. "We're seat mates. Look." He brought his own ticket over to hers. "You're stuck with me for the next hour. I hope you packed ear plugs, 'cuz I snore."

The relaxed way he spoke with her put the girl at a strange ease and she hoped to God that he wasn't some serial killer that picked up his victims from the airport. It could be his signature move.

People gathered their things and lined up in front of them as the woman up front checked their tickets. "Need help with your bag?" He politely asked as he pulled his backpack up onto his denim clad knee and looped his arm around the strap.

"Thanks, but you look like you have a lot of things to carry already." She stood up, her legs already reacting to how long she'd been sitting by sending a swarm of pins and needles down both calves. With sheer desperation to not show him the pain this brought, she fought to keep as still as possible and prayed to anyone that'd listen that no one bumped into her.

Sam shrugged his backpack onto his broad shoulders and stared down at her, him being noticeably taller as she bite down on her inside cheek. "Okay there, short stack?"

With a nod that might have been too fast to believe she said. "Me? Never better. Maybe I will take you up on your offer."

"Gladly." He bent over and picked up the pink carry on she had and if she wasn't trying to shake off the tingling sensation that riddled her legs, she would have chuckled at him not minding to be seen with it on his person.

Once Sam turned to walk away, she stiffly followed him. She moved up and down on her toes as she attempted to alleviate the sensation and it did go away after a couple of minutes. All of those hours on the plane from Paris to here and then the layover did a number on her circulation.

Her eyes settled on his backside, not really being too shy from this position to check him out some more as he leaned forward to place her bag on the floor. Anya's eyes rested onto his ass and she smirked a little. It wasn't like her to actually check out a guy, but she had to admit after a year long celibacy and spending all that time in Paris had her wound up so tight that she felt like she might pop soon if something didn't happen in the near future. And staring at this perfect stranger's backside totally wasn't helping.

"Ma'am? Your ticket?" Anya looked from where Sam had been standing to a lady in a flight attendant suit holding her hand out. Sam was already halfway down the jetway and he turned to wait for her.

"Shoot. That's right. Here it is." She shook her hair away from her face as she took a couple small steps forward, her body sans tingles, well..the ones in her legs at least. And she gave the woman the ticket to scan.

"Enjoy your flight and thank you for choosing Continental Airlines."

"What took you so long? Daydreamin'?" He asked her as she managed to catch up with him.

"It's been a long couple of days for me and I guess I need a nap."

"You didn't take one on your way up here?"

They arrived at a line to get onto the plane and she shouldered her purse as she looked straight ahead at the people being welcomed on by the friendly flight crew. "I can't sleep on planes. Never have been able to. So I watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua a couple of times and just thought about life. Exciting stuff."

"Not me. I can sit anyway and be out like a light." He snapped his fingers as he said that and half smiled at her, the light coming in from the slits in the jetway made his green eyes sparkle at her. That smile of his, even though it was merely a hint of it was rather infectious and she ended up giving him one in return.

"Well. Lucky you. If only I can do that." she said with a playful eye roll and she happened to be rather glad that they were to sit next to one another on this flight. It was rare whenever she met someone that she actually wanted to talk to on planes as most of the time the person was obnoxious or moved way too much or wanted to talk about their kids. Anya was always nice and gave as much attention as possible, but secretly whenever this happened she wanted to open the emergency exit and jump out with a parachute.