Halfway over the Pacific Ocean, Helena couldn't concentrate anymore. MacFarlane had held to his promise and kept his distance, only asking her if she would like something to drink. Keeping her Nook safely in front of her, she discreetly looked up to study him. He was taller than she expected, thinner too. His hair was perfect bed head, which he probably spent hours to achieve. His outfit was typical frat-boy chic: flannel shirt, fashionable jeans, and Converse. He sat quietly, reading his Kindle with his earbuds in. When his mouth wasn't open, he was actually a tolerable person. Finally, she broke. The awkward silence in the plane's cabin was too much.

"So, what are you reading?"

Seth didn't look up. Helena began to clear her throat loudly, to catch his attention. Finally, startled, he looked up.

"I'm sorry?"

"The silence is killing me and I want to know what has held your interest for the last two hours," Helena asked.

"Oh, sorry. It's actually a book I'm re-reading. It's called Replay, it's a Sci-Fi book about a guy who suddenly goes back in time and relives his life. It's one of my favorites." Seth replied.

"Cool. I don't read much Sci-Fi. Right now, I am in a serious Anthony Bourdain kick. I just finished Medium Raw."

"Yeah, I like him. All his books make me really hungry." Seth joked.

Helena giggled, but stopped. She shouldn't be socializing with the enemy, yet there was some disarming about MacFarlane. After all, he did apologize despite not having to. Maybe she could rise to the occasion. Maybe she could even forgive him.

"Look. I really appreciate the effort you made to apologize and I accept your apology. I was just taken aback. You didn't have to apologize, yet you did. Thank you. It really does mean a lot to me," Helena said.

Seth looked at her relieved.

"I appreciate that. I was a total ass. I know that. Sometimes I get too into my head and buy into my own bullshit. Despite my reputation, I hate the idea of people hating me because I am an asshole. I don't want that meeting to affect any future relationships we have."

Helena was surprise by his honesty and sincerity. Here, the Cartoon Boy Wonder, 100 million dollar MacFarlane, apologizing. It was refreshing.

"Let's make a pact," Helena started. "This is a done issue. Never to be brought up again. Let's enjoy the rest of our flight and our time in Hawaii. Where are you staying?"

"The Kahala Hotel and Resort. My assistant booked it. She said I've been cranky."

They both laughed.

"Well, that's where I am staying too," replied Helena. "Good thing we made up. I would have made you change hotels"

MacFarlane laughed. "Oh really?"

"Yeah. You were the douchbag. Why should I suffer?"

They both laughed.

Like clockwork, the Captain came on to let them know that they were going to land in the next 30 minutes. Helena began to pack up her things. She smiled to herself. Maybe MacFarlane wasn't so bad.

After landing, Helena and MacFarlane got off the plane and into a SUV, which would take them to the hotel.

"So, MacFarlane. I want to thank you for the plane ride. Can a girl buy you dinner tonight? "

"First of all, the plane ride was a gift. Second of all, I would love to have dinner with you, but I insist on paying. I still have some mea culpa to do. Finally, MacFarlane?"

Helena laughed. "Sorry, I had two older brothers growing up. I might be head to toe in Dior, but I can locker room talk with the best of them!"

They both laughed. "I knew I liked you. How about dinner at 8? At the hotel restaurant? "

"Done. I look forward to ordering one of everything on the menu." Helena joked.

Seth laughed. Their SUV pulled up to the hotel. Valets quickly unloaded the car, as MacFarlane personally got out of the car to open Helena's door and offer her his hand.

"Well, MacFarlane. Such a gentlemen! I feel like I'm at Downton Abbey!"

Seth stared at her blankly. Clearly, Seth had not seen the best thing to happen to Masterpiece Theatre since Detective Poirot.

"Okay, not a Downton fan. We are going to have to fix that." Helena shrugged. "Alright, I am going to go get all dolled up and I will see you at 8."

Seth smiled. "I think that show sounds familiar. 8PM it is. And you better look hot. I can't be seen eating dinner with some frumpy thing."

Helena gasped in fake disgust. "Better bring your A-game, MacFarlane. "