"Sir? We've landed in London. The lay over to Paris leaves in an hour." A flight attendant shook him gently. He sat up and saw that the plane was clearing out. He grabbed the few possessions he had and tacked on to the back of the line. His watch said it was 11 at night, but he didn't know what the time difference was. He pulled out his phone and checked it. He had a missed call from Cat two hours ago. He followed the crowd through security, then proceeded to the nearest restroom to change his shirt. He decided now would be a good time to call Cat back.
"Hey, Cat, sorry I missed your call. I fell asleep on the couch."
"It's alright. I just, you said to call when I landed. So I did." She sighed.
"How's Paris?" Robbie asked sadly, closing the stall door so he could change. He unbuttoned his shirt while he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder.
"Well, I've only been here for two hours, But my apartment is great. My boss has 7 apartments, and he lends out four of them for interns and employees that come from the states. I have a view of a beautiful, historic street. It looks like the street from when we had our first date." Cat whispered.
Robbie remembered that street. He flashed back to that rainy night while he weasled out of his shirt using only one hand at a time. It was poring rain when they left the movie theater, and they hadn't driven because two hours ago the sky had been clear. Cat was wearing a pretty dress, so Robbie gave her his jacket. He walked her home, and when he finally got to his own house, he was soaked. You could see right through his light blue button up and he was sloshing in his shoes.
"I remember." He mumbeled as he pulled the new shirt on. Ironically it was the one he wore on their first date.
"Robbie? Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, anything." Robbie chewed his bottom lip.
"Did I make the right choice coming here?" She asked. He could hear her shuffling her feet. She was probobly kicking the floor softly with the tip of her toes like she did when she was nervouse.
"Yeah, Cat that's a great opportunity for you and-"
"No. Did I do the right thing leaving you?" She asked softly.
"Cat, I-I, I'll get by. I miss you already, but I'll be right here when you come back. Whenever you come back." He mumbled, opening the stall door and leaving the restroom.
"I guess." She muttered. Robbie looked up at the screen with the names of flights lit up in yellow, red, and green lights. He had 40 minutes until his flight left.
"You'll be back here before you know it, Cat. I promise. Time's going to fly by." He said, trying to cheer her up.
"I just, I wish we could've seen eachother this morning." She said softly.
"I know, and I feel so bad about that. I-I, I really wanted to see you off. But when I got here, you were getting on the plane and you couldn't hear me." He started walking to the lounge.
"I want to go back home. Do you think it's stupid giving up this internship and catching the next flight to LA?" She asked. Robbie inhaled sharply. He couldn't let her get on a plane, he's only two hours away from seeing her sweet face and hearing that velvety voice of hers in person. And if she got on a plane, he would have no place to stay, and he would be in Paris for a week.
"No, no Cat don't do that. You're just home sick. This is a big change. Give it time. You'll love Paris." He forced a smile even though she couldn't see him.
"I guess you're right, you're always right." She whispered. "I should go, it's nine hours ahead here, so it's eight in the morning here. I have to go in for my first day in about an hour." Cat sighed.
"Alright. Call me when you get home." He said, mentally pounding his head on a wall for not thinking about the time difference. He wouldn't be able to find her until after work.
"I will. Bye Robbie." Cat said softly.
"Bye." Robbie hung up his pear phone. He walked to where his plane was boarding. He flashed his ticket and his passport again. He followed the flow of people to the coach seats. When he finally found his seat, there was already a woman sitting in the window seat. He really didn't mind having the isle seat, but he wasn't up for awkward chit chat.
"Hello, I'm Isabella." The woman said in a beautiful english accent.
"I'm Robbie. I'm from America." He forced a smile as he sat down next to her.
"I've always wanted to visit America. What's it like?" She asked.
"Well, it's, uhh," Robbie thought, "It's hot most of the time, and it's full of wierd people, but it's got some pretty cool places to see. I live in Hollywood and everything there seems so cool." He explained, checking the time difference on his pear pad so he could change it on his watch.
"That sounds smashing. So why are you going to Paris with so little luggage?" She asked.
"Well, it was, kind of a spur of the moment thing." Robbie explained, adjusting his watch.
"I'm going to visit my Aunt and Uncle." She said, looking out the window.
"That's cool." Robbie sighed, looking down at the background of his pear pad. His favorite picture of him and Cat. She was wearing a light pink berret over her red hair. She was wearing a light pink blouse and blue jeans. She was sitting on Robbie's lap. He was wearing a blue button down shirt and a pair of black jeans. She was puckering her lips at the camera while Robbie was just smiling like the goofball that he was.
"She's pretty. Is she your girlfriend?" Isabella asked.
"She was."
"You still love her." It wasn't a question.
"Yeah."
"She doesn't know."
"No."
"She flew to Paris and you had to go and see her."
"Yeah." Robbie nodded and turned his pear pad off.
"I think it's sweet."
"Thanks." Robbie mumbled. Isabella plugged herself into her pear pod, giving Robbie some scilence. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. He thought of listening to the music on his pear phone, but decided against it. He settled for playing games on his pear pad.