My first international flight was about as boring as I had anticipated. It was about 2 am and the cabin lights were dim. Almost everyone was asleep. It was quiet, except for the occasional cough or baby crying. I could never sleep on planes. I wasn’t sure how I got so lucky as to have an empty seat. A whole empty row, and the one behind it too, in fact. At least I had no one drooling on me or snoring in my ear. Were international flights always this empty?
There was an attractive brunette with short hair in the row in front of me, to my left in the isle seat. She was travelling with a couple of older relatives it seemed. We had shared a couple glances, but she had seemed distracted for most of the flight. She must of run out of stuff to do, she was starting to seem bored. We locked eyes for a minute and my adrenaline, testosterone, and lots of other hormones spiked. I smiled. She came back to my seat and asked if I had any spare batteries. This kick started a casual conversation about the usual. We talked quietly to avoid waking anyone.