When I was twenty, I took my first solo trip. I was flying out to New York from Miami for spring break. Don’t get me wrong: Miami is beautiful and everything, but I could give a shit about the heat. I missed the cold and the friends I grew up with.
I finally arrived at the airport, getting there an hour early for my redeye flight. Looking around, I saw a group of attractive people around my age at the gate. I guessed they were coming back from Miami Beach. Still in their beach gear. I couldn’t help but notice this one guy staring at me. He had this smirk on his face; he was tall, dark and handsome. Stocky build…and knew how to carry it well.
They started to call out for boarding. This is where the sucky part comes in. I hate flying, with all my heart. I’m usually with someone when I travel. I was sitting on a three-seater and I was so glad to have the window seat. Everyone was starting to board and suddenly the same guy that was staring at me was my seat mate; his friend was sitting next to him.