Love is in the Air

Chapter 2: Pretzels, Coffee, etc.


Oliver wasn't really fond of pretzels. Until now. And only because these pretzels in particular brought the beautiful flight attendant named Felicity back to him when he'd pressed the call button to ask for the airline staple snack. Three times. He knew he had to come up with a better excuse to call on her the next time.

The last time he did, she had given him ten foil packs of pretzels at one time, saying with a winsome smile and a teasing look, "Here you go, Mr. Queen. Brought you some more to last the rest of the trip, hopefully." He did say thank you, but the look of trepidation on his face due to embarrassment over the hunch that she might have already figured out what he was up to, caused her to add, "But of course, I could bring you some more if..." Quite timidly he responded, cutting her off nervously, "Oh, it's quite enough. Thanks again, Felicity."

He didn't miss the blush that blossomed on her cheeks when she heard him speak her name. What he missed was how much more he blushed when she flashed him an appreciative, adorable smile that brought out her dimples.

He thought he could ask for coffee, because that would go well with the amount of pretzels he was now forcing himself to consume, but that was if he was going to get a Starbucks Americano at the very least. But he wasn't. He thought twice before pressing the call button, which he still ended up doing (again) fifteen minutes later. (The server, not the coffee, was really irresistible.)

Felicity did serve him coffee, and thankfully, the kind they served in first class turned out to be better than he expected, especially since it was served by the cutest pair of hands with emerald green painted fingernails that matched the color of her navy airline uniform, which he thought enhanced her physical features, her lower extremities specifically, very well. (And no, he wasn't staring; it was just impossible for anyone not to notice and appreciate. How she managed to stay on her feet on those gorgeous heels was impressive, considering the kind of job she had, he might add.) His stomach fluttered when she handed him his cup of coffee and their fingers brushed for a split-second. Pressing the call button again had been the right choice.

In the next hour, while Oliver was trying to come up with a post-flight plan to keep in touch with Felicity, and maybe even see her again, it did not escape his attention that the other well-dressed but much older gentleman in their cabin had also began calling on her more frequently. The last time the gray-haired man called to ask for a glass of wine, Oliver frowned upon how the man maliciously ogled Felicity's legs and ass as soon as she turned her back from him. Oliver had to pause for a while to make sure that his disgust and displeasure wasn't really coming from unreasonable possessiveness. They weren't. Well, maybe just a tiny little bit, if he were to be totally honest. But he didn't want to indulge in it because it was crystal clear to him that he had absolutely no right to be jealous. And he wasn't really just jealous that he had more avid

competition. He was upset, upset that she was being disrespected behind her back. That dirty old man, despite his social status, was nothing but a creep who only saw this beautiful woman as a piece of meat. Oliver knew this kind of men all too well, simply because he used to be one which he wasn't really proud to recall.

Felicity was a beautiful, kind, smart and cheerful person. She didn't deserve to be treated like that. She deserved better. Not that he thought he qualified best to give her what she deserved, but he sure was willing to try. Oliver made up his mind that she was worth it, worth even giving it a shot and failing.

Oliver wasn't going to sit back and watch that dirty old man demean her. If he tried anything, Oliver was ready to intervene. Thankfully, the old creep didn't pull anything stupid for the next hour, and Oliver felt like he could relax from keeping an eye on Felicity.

Still, he couldn't relax completely for the rest of the trip, for he hadn't figured out yet how he was going to get to know this amazing woman once the plane touched down at Gotham. In just about two hours.


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