Finally row 6 seat B, first class might be expensive, but if it means I only have to sit next to one other passenger plus comfy chairs and extra leg room; It's totally worth it. I take my seat, and watch awkwardly as everyone else struggles to put away their luggage bags. I packed light, no point in bringing the old life I'm trying to escape with me.
My seat partner still hasn't arrived, perhaps I might get lucky and have the row to myself. The ride is going to be long, payed with the last of my money for this one way ticket out of this god forsaken country and getting myself to a new life in paradise. I go to grab a magazine, as I retrieve I am met by a figure in the corner of my vision. I look up to meet a woman.
Not just any woman, but a solid 10/10. perhaps not in the most traditional sense but I was always more into the alternative style in women. Tall, pale, short red hair, and smooth skin. She was wearing skinny jeans, with sexy black boots. A tank top riddled with some black gibberish ink, and a necklace with a black stone the size of a walnut, which matched her two black earnings.
After a short while she apparently was finished letting me ogle her for free and spoke.
"Row 6, Seat A?"
just being pulled out of the trance I was in, I was kinda confused at first. "huh? oh-yea, let me stand" I got up and let her take her seat.
This was an unheard of amount of airplane luck, if I pull my cards right the luck might not end there....I stop for a moment to think about what I just thought, ironically. My self respect was already to low to criticize myself for being so assumptuous right off the bat, but still I doubt a woman of her caliber would be interested in an unkempt guy like me.
It's not that I'm ugly, hell I like to think myself as fairly attractive. short cut, red hair, bent slightly back . I'm tall and thin, fairly in shape, no strong man for sure, but still respectable. It's just that I can barely take care of my own life, add that to my natural awkwardness and you get an unattractive combination. Speaking of awkward, I'm still standing, I should sit before someone says something.
I take my seat again, and buckle the little lap belt. Soon the pilot came on the speakers, said his speal, and the stewardesses do their little charades, and we were off. I continued to read the magazine until I had finished every story, puzzle, and game of every page. I stuffed the magazine back into the seat in front of me and cluelessly look around for a second. There's no way I could ever fall asleep on a plane, I always envied those who could.
I look back to the girl to my left, she was just staring out the window, evidently looking at the clouds. perhaps I should try to strike up conversation, anything to pass the time, Right?
"I'm Alexander by the way" I blurt out, only now realizing how awkward it sounds to say my full first name, I should have gone with Alex, or something shorter. She turned around with a slightly inquisit
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