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That One Flight - Part III - Master in Cliche.
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Walking deeper into the jet-way, I can just about sense the typical airplane smell.
Upon my entry of the aircraft, that is when the scent truly hit me. It causes comfort to seep through my body. I love flying and this smell brings nothing but joy to me.
I get greeted by the friendly flight crew.
"Seat 5F..." I mutter to myself, looking at the labels below the baggage bins. Within a few steps, I get to row 5 very quick and take my assigned seat. The window seat.
Looking out the glass, I get a great view of the engine, I note its spinner right in the centre, with numerous blades emitting from the middle outwards. The engine is slowly turning at the light breeze outside and the ground crew are too busy taking the equipment away from the plane.
"Well, would you look at that... Looks like we are bound to be together...".
I jump as a result of a deep voice frightening me, but instantly calm down once I see and realise who it is. It is just James...
"Yeah... Looks like it..." I reply, widening my eyes at his ridiculous statement. But I do feel glad that it is him sitting beside me and not some random stranger.
"Tell me..." he begins, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"You never told me whether you are single or taken.".
I was about to answer, but I force myself to stop. I turn to him before giving him a look. "Why do you want to know?" I ask. I can't help but let a small smirk evolve on my lips. I want to know what his intentions are...
He reacts by raising an eyebrow. "Am I not allowed to ask you whether you are single or not?".
"Depends..." I respond, unintentionally biting my lip. "Do you have interested in someone like me?".
"Maybe..." he replies. "But why should I tell you that?..." He adds, trying to do the same thing I did to him.
I surrender with a sigh. "I am single..." I tell him.
He furrows his brows at me in confusion.
"You are single?" he asks.
I nod to his question. "Yeah... I am a single pringle...".
He suddenly breaks into laughter. His laughing causes me to chuckle along.
"How can you be single?..." He asks me.
"Believe me, I don't know..." I reply.
I see the way he shakes his head in disapproval.
"I knew that people were blind when it came to love... but to be this sightless..." he states before once again shaking his head. His words cause another wave of red to spread across my cheeks.
"What about you?" I ask.
"I am single too... or should I say, became, once again, single a few days ago..." I can see a slight frown form on his lips.
From there we share the silence that landed between us for a minute or two.
"Tell me, James, where are you from?" I break the silence. I can tell I caught him by surprise by the way he...
Walking deeper into the jet-way, I can just about sense the typical airplane smell.
Upon my entry of the aircraft, that is when the scent truly hit me. It causes comfort to seep through my body. I love flying and this smell brings nothing but joy to me.
I get greeted by the friendly flight crew.
"Seat 5F..." I mutter to myself, looking at the labels below the baggage bins. Within a few steps, I get to row 5 very quick and take my assigned seat. The window seat.
Looking out the glass, I get a great view of the engine, I note its spinner right in the centre, with numerous blades emitting from the middle outwards. The engine is slowly turning at the light breeze outside and the ground crew are too busy taking the equipment away from the plane.
"Well, would you look at that... Looks like we are bound to be together...".
I jump as a result of a deep voice frightening me, but instantly calm down once I see and realise who it is. It is just James...
"Yeah... Looks like it..." I reply, widening my eyes at his ridiculous statement. But I do feel glad that it is him sitting beside me and not some random stranger.
"Tell me..." he begins, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"You never told me whether you are single or taken.".
I was about to answer, but I force myself to stop. I turn to him before giving him a look. "Why do you want to know?" I ask. I can't help but let a small smirk evolve on my lips. I want to know what his intentions are...
He reacts by raising an eyebrow. "Am I not allowed to ask you whether you are single or not?".
"Depends..." I respond, unintentionally biting my lip. "Do you have interested in someone like me?".
"Maybe..." he replies. "But why should I tell you that?..." He adds, trying to do the same thing I did to him.
I surrender with a sigh. "I am single..." I tell him.
He furrows his brows at me in confusion.
"You are single?" he asks.
I nod to his question. "Yeah... I am a single pringle...".
He suddenly breaks into laughter. His laughing causes me to chuckle along.
"How can you be single?..." He asks me.
"Believe me, I don't know..." I reply.
I see the way he shakes his head in disapproval.
"I knew that people were blind when it came to love... but to be this sightless..." he states before once again shaking his head. His words cause another wave of red to spread across my cheeks.
"What about you?" I ask.
"I am single too... or should I say, became, once again, single a few days ago..." I can see a slight frown form on his lips.
From there we share the silence that landed between us for a minute or two.
"Tell me, James, where are you from?" I break the silence. I can tell I caught him by surprise by the way he...
