My plane mate?

by memories of saturday

The story of a girl and her 7 hours flight home for her friend's wedding celebration, a concert of the most famous singer of the generation. Only to end up seating with her arrogant, and annoying plane mate.

4. epilogue

Epilogue.

And here I am 5:48 of a Sunday morning watching him peacefully sleeping with his usually stoic face. As if sensing me watching him, he slowly opened the lid of his eyes and stared at me with equal awe. My heart almost stopped when I heard him said,

"Sleep. Or I could change my mind, and leave you for my flight to Sydney on Monday."

Of course he was kidding; he couldn't possibly leave me for an Opera event he offered me for our anniversary. Besides, it would bore him if I wouldn't be there. Instead, I answered him in an instant with my reserved smile for him and said.

"Okay, Sir." And he gave me a peck on the lips,

"Good." He murmured as he pulled away, he then nudges his head towards the crook of my neck burying his face towards my auburn locks in the process. Strangely intimate as it is but he really is good at this. Being imperfectly perfect.