I settled in on my seat, grateful for the window seat. I took out my book written by the best Blake Pierce. “Hy.” The person said taking his seat next to me. He poked his head on the inside of the book blocking me and nodded “Seems like a nice books.” He said leaning back on his seat “What’s it about?”
I held in a groan, this is definitely not how I imagined spending a 14 hour trip to Maldives.
“Uhh it’s a thriller, just detective and serial killers.”
“Dark.”
I rolled my eyes and turned back to my book, almost glad that he was no longer breathing another word again; he poked me on my shoulder “What?!” I half shouted. He smiled as if he was doing all of this to just get a reaction “Going on a vacation?”
“A wedding.”
“Can I have your name?”
I looked at him as if he was an alien from out of space “What?”
He shrugged “We going to be seat mates for a while, so might as well.”
“Sweetness.” I said with a hint of a smile, he smiled back and that’s when I paid close attention to him. He was breathtakingly handsome just overly annoying but handsome nonetheless.
“Fake name I see.”
I nodded “You never know I might be sitting next to a serial killer or a stalker waiting for a perfect chance to catch me.”
He nodded trying to act serious but I could see a smile forming “You are correct, I might be your stalker or you might be the stalker you never know. For I fear of being recognised since I’m a celebrity.” He said in a whisper “Blue.”
I smiled “Why the name Blue?”
“Cause you are wearing blue.” I shook my head turning the other way not letting him see the blush on my face.
“And you?” I turned to face him “Why go to Maldives?”
“Mostly a vacation but I’ll also will be attending a wedding ceremony, wanna be my date?” He asked with a sad pouty face.
“If you only agree to be mine.” I said, what was the harm in flirting, and that’s what I was going to do as soon as this airplane took off I will temporarily leave my heartbreak here and try and he happy and if that involves me flirting with other guys then so be it.
“Deal.”
I held tightly on my seat the minute the airplane started moving; there is just something I hate about the plane when its start to take off.
A warm hand rested on top of mine. I opened my eyes and found Blue holding my hand, he squeezed it as if to tell me that I am not alone.
“Thank you.” I managed to say when the plane started to fly smoothly “I hate that feeling. You know what my dad would do?”
I looked at Blue and saw him shake his head “He would sing to me, he would always sing aduba duba we are flying, aduba duba we are flying like the birds aduba duba ah, aduba duba we are flying.” I smiled as I recalled the memory.
“I sometimes sing to myself to calm me down.”
“That’s one silly song.” He said with a giggle, “Are you hungry?”
I shook my head “I’m still ok, but you can get something.” He took a coke from the guy who push the cart and started drinking.
There was just something about watching him while he was doing simple tasks that just rubbed me a certain way.
He looked at me quickly and smiled in between his drink.
I rolled my eyes as if I was annoyed and stuffed my head in a book but ever so gently I looked at him.