That you guys for the reviews! However, I want to get your thoughts. Do you like the both POV version, or do you see it as redundant? Should I go forward with just Ana's POV? I would love to hear what you think!
4.
What in the hell just happened? And why am I letting her get away? I quickly fish my phone out of my pocket. She's too far now to chase.
"Hi Christian, you got the manifest and itinerary right?"
"Yes, thank you Andrea. But I'm not calling for that. I need you to purchase a ticket for Anastasia Steele for first class on the flight immediately."
"Yes, Mr. Grey. I will do this now. I will email you the updated manifest once I have confirmation."
"Your time is very limited. Anastasia is currently waiting in line to rebook."
"I have sent you updated. Would you like me to contact her to confirm her reservation and flight information?"
"No, I will do that myself. Thank you Andrea."
As I make my way to the line, I spot her immediately. all disheveled, she is gorgeous. In a crowded airport, she still stands out. As I stand against the pillar, anxiously awaiting the attendant to advise her about her new flight arrangements, I wonder if I did the right thing. Yes, without her saying it, I know she knows who I am. Now with most, that means something. But with her, she was so distracted, it didn't matter who I was. It was refreshing and disappointing all at the same time. She has missed her flight. Selfishly though, all I am concerned with is for time with Anastasia. Truth be told, I would have attempted to get her on my flight even if she had not missed hers.
As the flight attendant advises of her new itinerary she looks confused, nervous even. The attendant is again trying to explain but she does not really understand and I can tell she is starting to get upset. I think it's time i interject...
As we walk side by side back to the first class lounge. While they finish finals checks, I notice she is nervously fiddling with her phone. Her fingers are long and narrow, she has textbook piano fingers. Her fingers look like they would fit perfect in mine. My mind starts to wander about how it would feel to have our hands entwined. Stop it Grey. You don't hold hands. She is tall, I don't think I realized before how tall she is. She's model tall. Aesthetically, she is perfect. What am I even doing right now?
She looks conflicted. There are moments all I see is inherent sadness. But there are also moments I notice her look up at me through her long, dark eyelashes and she almost looks hopeful. She looks excited to be with me. I can't help but wonder who made her this sad. Who would want to do this to her? She looks like she has been crying for weeks on end. Even so, she's perfect. And I just want to know her. I want to know everything. Truth be told, this is not my thing. Knowing people on a personal level that is. But I need to, Ana is a need.
As I am sitting here listening to her talk. I realize I can listen to her talk for hours, probably days on end I'm being honest. I can tell she is nervous. I don't know if it's the situation or just me. But she is definitely nervous. Since we have been talking, the red in her eyes has subsided a bit. She almost looks...happy. But just like that, the mood is shifted once again. I watch her pace back and forth. Biting her lip, which I have now realized is a defense mechanism for her. It still baffles me that anyone would make her feel this. That call is definitely not work related.
When she proceeds to explain the phone call and the demise of her relationship, I start to worry. Aside from the professional boundaries I have obliterated. Ana is clearly not remote emotionally available. I can tell that she is in some form attracted to me. But emotionally, she is a wreck, rightfully so. I wish I could have met her at a later time. When she may be able to entertain whatever it is going through my head. This is good Grey. Walk away. She doesn't deserve who you are. She deserves more. My subconscious chirps. But that's the funny thing about fate, it sees no timeline. She is trying so hard to hold it together, I think more so for my sake.
The more I listen to her talk, it becomes increasingly clear that after this flight I need more time with Ana. After I explain to her why it is just her and I in first class I do something I have never done. Without reservation, or sense at this point I turn to her. "Ana, I know this is possibly the worst timing for you known to man. I'm not going to pretend you have met me and you are now over whatever his name is. But know this. You ran into me for a reason. And so long as you allow it, I plan on exploring that reason. Whatever this is, I don't want it to end in Austin. I don't know how or if this will work. But what I do know, and believe without a doubt is that I came in your life for a reason, and vice versa. There is a reason you're not together now. There's a reason you fell into me. So please, give me, better yet give us the opportunity to figure out what that reason is."