He shifted uncomfortably on his seat, glancing out the window on his right. It was dark outside, the sky filled with stars. Mesmerizing. For a moment, he forgot about the terrifying thoughts of being suspended a few thousand feet above ground and indulged himself with the sight outside. His face so close to the cold window that his breath was misting it up.
The sudden jerk and announcement from the captain regarding the approaching turbulence brought back him back to reality. He took a glance at the empty glass in front of him before pressing the service button. He fiddled with his seatbelt for the tenth time before finally deciding to check out the in-flight entertainment. With the turbulence, it took a while for the stewardess reach him. He requested for two shots of single malt scotch before turning his attention back to the screen. Another service light lit up a few rows in front of him, he watched as she walked down the aisle with much grace and practice. It was then when the stewardess came back with his drink. Slightly disappointed with the fact that it wasn't her bearing his drink, he thanked the lady nonetheless, with his eyes still fixed on the blonde-haired woman several rows down.
He watched as she paced down the narrow aisle effortlessly with a tray in her hands. The body hugging uniform she had on brought out all her curves, curves which he knew so well in another time - another life. He could almost picture the bare skin beneath the cloth. His eyes travelled down to her hips, which were swaying ever so slightly with every step she took, remembering the little birthmark on the left. He took another mouthful of scotch and the glass was empty yet again.
He diverted his eyes back to the screen when she turned back. Expecting her to slide past him back to her station, he was shocked to see her pale hand reaching for his empty glass.
"Hi sir, would you like a refill?" She said with a familiar chirpiness.
Stunned, he stared at her for a few seconds before giving her a subtle nod. He counted the seconds till she came back. The humming within the plane seemed to increase tenfold. He watched as her lips moved yet he wasn't registering any sound. He blinked and she left.
The glass in front of him looked so precious. He wanted so much to down the drink at once and request for another in hopes that she would attended to him again. Rules. He mentally chided himself.
He didn't of course. He sipped on the drink as if it was the last one he would have. But he also thought the last one would be the last one.
The rest of the flight was uneventful. He fell asleep at one point when he woke up, his glass had been cleared away. Part of him wondered if it was her who did it. The scotch left a strangely familiar taste in his mouth. He barely had time to rinse his mouth in the washroom before the landing announcement was made.
He pulled up the shade on his window and winced slightly as the sunlight filtered in. The dark star-filled sky was replaced a bright blue canvas donned with fluffy white clouds. He watched as the clouds parted for the ocean to come into view. Then slowly the city where the plane was going to land in. He felt the plane dip as it approached the ground. He didn't realize he had been gripping his seat belt so tight that it left red marks on his palm. He finally relaxed as the plane gave one last jerk as the wheels hit terra firma.
He waited for the crowd to slowly file out of the plane before standing up with his coat on one arm and headed for the exit. He slowed as he saw her standing by the door.
She smiled and greeted him, welcoming him home. He gave her one last glance as he stepped out of the aircraft. Home. If only she knew.