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Chapter 2: Nice flying with you

"So, Rory, tell me something about yourself."

"What do you want to know?"

"Well ... what's your favourite film?"

"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," Rory replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I love the Oompa Lumpas, they're funny."

"And how old are you exactly?" Logan teased back.

"Hey don't laugh. It's a good film," she defended.

"Okay, if you insist. I've never watched it."

"Well you should."

"I'll rent it as soon as I get back to London."

"Good. How long are you in Connecticut for?"

"I'm not really sure. My dad got me an open ticket and was very vague about the trip. So, now your trip is over, what do you have planned? Let me guess, you're going to be initiated into the DAR?"

"Ha, no way. I'm going to apply for newspaper jobs. What is it that you do?"

"Umm ... a range of things. It's a ... big company. Mostly I deal with problems and meetings with investors. You know, try to persuade them that their money is safe."

"Sounds ... fun," laughed Rory.

"Yeah well if I had any choice over the matter I wouldn't work for my dad but the moment I bring it up he starts on about how I'm his heir and I need to carry on the family name."

"Sounds tough."

"I'm used to it."

After discussing school, Yale and films for a bit longer they were interrupted by the in flight meal.

"What do you want? Chicken or beef?" asked the air hostess.

"Beef please," Rory replied, fixing her table into place.

"Chicken for me," added Logan.

"A chicken person," noted Rory.

"Well that way if one of the meals is not up to scratch, we can share the other," pointed out Logan.

"And what makes you think I'd share my meal with you?"

"Because I let you squeeze my hand when you got scared."

"Hmm ... I don't think that's enough," smiled Rory, peeling back the foil.

"Well you're in luck then, because this is actually quite nice," Logan said after taking a bite of his. "You know, for a girl, you sure do eat fast," he noted as Rory finished her main meal whilst he still had food left.

"It's in my gene's," she smiled.

"From your mom or dad?" asked Logan.

"Mom."

"You must get through lots of food in your house," he joked.

"Not really," she shrugged, her face displaying a slight frown. Her posture changed slightly and it was almost as if she got smaller.

"Are you eating your dessert?" she asked as soon as Logan finished his main and sat back in his seat.

"You want another jelly?" Logan asked.

"Sure," she shrugged.

"Well go ahead, I hate jelly."

"Thanks. You can have my salad if you want," she offered.

"Not a fan of healthy food?"

"Definitely not," she grimaced. "Although at home my gran is always making me eat lots of vegetables."

"Do you live with your grandparents?" Logan asked, noticing that she mentioned them a lot.

"Yes," she said quietly.

"How's that?" he asked, thinking about whether he would rather live with his parents or grandparents. He honestly couldn't decide which was worst.

"Fine I guess. I don't really know much different," she added.

"Do you parents live there too?"

"No," she said quietly.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked," he said, sensing that he was approaching a sensitive subject.

"It's okay. I've lived with my grandparents since I was 3. Before that I lived with my mom but she ... died. In a car accident. So my grandparents had to look after me, or rather a nanny did. Then when I was 16 I got to move into the pool house which is much more private. I like it out there."

"I'm sorry ... about your mom," Logan said.

"Thanks. But it happened a long time ago. I don't really remember her."

"Do you see your dad?"

"No. He and my mom were only just 17 when they had me. My grandparents, both sets, wanted them to get married but they refused. They loved each other but weren't ready for that. I don't know how often my dad saw me but all I know is that after my mom ... died ... well he just took off and couldn't deal with it. I haven't seen him since. I've got a photo but that's it."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want," offered Logan, not wanting to push.

"Sorry, you must think I'm mad. I've only known you a couple of hours and I'm unloading my family history," said Rory.

"No it's fine. Sometimes a stranger is the best person to unload on."

"So, any skeletons in your closet?" she asked.

"Not that I can think of. Although if you went through my dad's you'd be there a while."

The rest of the flight passed with them talking about favourite things, friends and their mutual hate of society functions. They both slept for a couple of hours when the lights went down and before Rory knew it, the Captain reported that they would be landing soon.

"This has been the least boring flight I've ever been on," she said, looking out of the window for the first glimpse of land.

"Glad to be of service," smiled Logan. "And for the record, you are the best travelling companion I've ever had. Much better than the last flight where I had an old guy who kept getting up to the bathroom every half hour."

"Oo I see land," she said happily. Logan leant over slightly to look out of the window and found himself in close proximity to Rory. He hesitated slightly and pulled away before she turned to look at him.

"So, which bag is yours?" Logan asked once they got to baggage claim.

"I can get my own," she replied.

"I don't doubt it. But I've been taught it's polite to help a woman with her bag so just tell me which one is yours."

"That pink one," she said, spotting her big bag on the carousal.

"Pink?" he questioned.

"Yes because not many people have pink so you can spot it easily in situations like this," she answered, smiling as he lugged it off the carousal and brought it to her. "Thank you very much. Let me guess, yours is black."

"Yeah," he replied.

"And just look at all these other black bags going round."

"Well maybe in the future I'll invest in a florescent green bag, I'm sure that would stand out."

"Indeed it would."

"So, thank you for ... helping me not be scared," said Rory as they both walked towards the exit to the airport.

"Do you have a car waiting?"

"My grandparents arranged it," nodded Rory.

"Can I get your number? Maybe we could meet up whilst we're both here," suggested Logan nervously.

"I'd like that," smiled Rory. They quickly swapped phones and inputted their numbers.

"Nice flying with you Rory," Logan said.

"You too. I see a driver with my name on a board so I'd better ..."

"Sure. Maybe I'll see you around."

Rory pulled her suitcase towards a small limo where the driver quickly took it from her and opened the door for her to get in. She turned and waved to Logan before settling behind the tinted glass. She watched as he smiled and walked towards his own limo.