Once they stepped through they were basically shuffled down the aisle, people hurriedly placed their things in the overhead compartment while those standing before them impatiently tapped their foot. Anya never quite understood why people grew impatient at this. It wasn't like they were going to make the plane take off any faster if they pouted or huffed.

"21A." She said as she looked above the seats and found hers right off the bat. "Aww. You have the middle seat. Sucks to be you." She joked as she slide into her seat, her hands placed on the back of the chair and she settled in. Sam tossed her bag and his backpack above them and he simply collapsed next to her.

"What are you talkin' 'bout? I can stretch out and nobody will stop me." With that he moved his legs and arms in an over exaggerated X motion and he basically pushed her against her seat and window of the plane.

"Alright. Alright! You proved your point. At least I get a view." She moved his arm away from her face, her fingers wrapped against his rather toned forearm and she took a breathe in at how nicely it felt. "I mean. See how great it'll be when we are up in the air." She removed her hands away from him as if she touched a hot skillet and glued her eyes to the window that showed a rather unimpressive view of the plane being fueled.

Her eyes remained on the thick glass, some scuff marks from unknown things were there and she could partially feel Sam duck and look out, his face rather close to hers. "Yeah. It'll be some view."

The stewardess up front picked up the microphone that is connected to the intercom and began the announcements. Anya moved her eyes away from the window, turning to face forward and almost brushed her lips against Sam's cheek. Her heart skipped a couple of beats and she pressed her fingers into the arm of her seat. Whoa. She thought to herself. The boy seemed rather unaware of what almost happened and he shifted back to take in everything the stewardess was going over.

All the while she spoke, Anya fidgeted with the edge of her light lavender dress, not really sure what was going on with her. It all started with that damn perfume ad. That's it. She was trying to put blame on something for making her feel like a hormonal teenager. It's probably because she is a hormonal teenager. Normally something like that would make her laugh, especially since she was getting all worked up over a guy she knows she'll never see again after this flight.

"Are you a nervous flyer or somethin."

"Hmm?" she asked as she folded and unfolded the edge of her dress over her knee.

"You're all nervous. That's why I asked."

Anya fingers stopped what they were doing and she chuckled and shrugged. "Not all the time. It comes at random."

"I'm right here if you feel the need to hold my hand durin' take off." he sweetly said to her as he made sure to catch her eyes. "I can help keep you calm. It happens to be one of my many talents."

The girl pressed her lips together as she smiled again. God she was doing a lot of that this afternoon and she flashed him her teeth as she finally spoke. "Thanks. I will keep that in mind." They looked into each others eyes for a bit, there being something rather different there in that stare of theirs and a spark flashed between them. Anya couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly and for a moment she thought it was only her that felt it but Sam's hand, that had been resting on his knee, partially raised up and his pinky lightly ran along a couple of her own fingers.

She looked down, her cheeks blushing and watching what he was doing before moving her eyes slowly upwards and back to his ever present gaze. Typically something like this would make her self conscious or to say something silly to change the subject but she actually didn't want this to stop and when she returned her eyes to him she moved her middled finger and draped it over his pinky. "Are you always this friendly with girls you just met?" she felt the need to ask him, making sure to keep her tone low and light hearted.

He raised his eyebrow at her, his eyes studying every detail of her face before he finally gave her an answer. "I don't kiss and tell. That's my motto."

"Oh. Well then." She pulled her hand away and crossed her arms below her chest almost like a child that didn't like they were told they couldn't stay up past their bedtime.

Sam didn't like this little display of hers and he exclaimed. "Why did you do that for?"

She pretended she didn't hear him and went back to staring out the window and acted like there was something super amazing taking place out there. It took loads of energy to keep from cracking up and looking over at him to see if he was still trying to get her attention.

The plane started to move down the run way, the dings of different lights kicking on and the usually unsteady quiet before take off fell upon them. This was usually around the time whenever she did a small prayer and thought about her family. It wasn't that she had a fear of flying but it was good to have your things sorted out in case there ever was an accident.

When the plane rounded the corner and the numbers in the grass started to speed up past the window, Anya actually did start to grow nervous as there was some rough shakes. Her hand went down and gripped the armrest between her and Sam's as she tried not to focus on the outside by closing her eyes. Before the wheels left the ground she felt his hand over hers and it was as if the tension from the shaky plane settled as soon as he touched her.

What was it about this guy that did this to her, but she refused to let him see how much this simple gesture affected her so she continued to sit with her eyes closed until the place was fully up in the air and the captain's voice crackled alive on the intercom.

Sam's hand kept right on hers, his fingers actually pressed between the spaces of her own almost feeling like a perfect fit. The captain droned on about elevation and times but she wasn't hearing any of it as she gave in and turned her hand around so that they were properly holding hands, as if they were some long time couple instead of people that met an hour prior to take off.

"What takes you to Ohio if you don't mind me askin'?" Sam shifted some in his seat so that his shoulder brushed against hers and she actually liked that he was being this way with her. Was it wrong to like this?

She sighed. "Another connecting flight. I'm going home to Toronto and I managed to get this messed up flight schedule to save money. So I'm bouncing all over the United States."

"I knew you were from Canada. You have this adorable accent. Only it comes out with certain words." His fingers tightened around hers and he partly rolled onto his side to see her better. "Say about."

"I don't have an accent." She laughed at how he wanted her to say the typical word that most people make fun of Canadians with.

"Please." Oh boy. There was the please and the way he said it made him seem like a little boy and her cheeks puffed up as she grinned like an idiot.

"No. I'm not going to say about." she took her free hand and slapped it over her mouth. "Damn it. That slipped out."

"About and out! Two for one special. I love it." Sam was positively beaming at this as if he hit the accent lottery. "You really are cute. Anybody ever told you that?"

"I'm not. I'm just some goofy girl. That's all."

"No way, Anya. You have this sweetness 'bout you and that laugh of yours. I know we just met and all but I have to say it's one of my favorite things to hear."

The blush she tried to hide before splashed across every visible inch of her face and she attempted to turn away to hide it. Sam boldly put his other hand up to her cheek to bring her back looking straight at him. "I'm sorry. I know our time is short and I am findin' it hard to not be this way with you."

With his cool hand against her warm cheek, Anya actually pressed her face into it as if to familiarize with his touch. "This is hard for me too. I don't want you to think that I'm like this with guys I don't know. It's just. I don't know. You're charming and handsome and it's like I want to get to know everything about you. Gah. It makes me wish that you were on my Paris flight. We'd have had so much time to talk and...talk." She said as she realized that tingling sensation from before was returning when his thumb caressed her cheek.

The blonde boy moved in closer to her, her not reacting by pulling away and both of their cheeks laid against the rough material of their airplane seats. "I want to kiss you." Their eyes drank each other up as he moved in for the kiss, holding inches before her lips and she could feel there was complete restraint on his end as he asked. "Can I?"