#WritcoStoryChallange

Gentle sleet snowed down upon me whilst I dragged my suitcase behind me. The slight accumulation of the built-up icy-snow crunches under my feet.

I always become so nervous when I go to airports and boy is this year no different. But along with all the nervousness, my body is also welcomed by the odd feeling of euphoria.

I approach the automated door and seconds pass before they open, allowing me inside.

"Welcome to Euromania International Airport..." but before the automated voice could finish its message, I have already walked into the main terminal. The warm air welcomed my cold body. I feel my hands become wet ever so slightly. I look down just to see drops of water scattered on my hands, on my outfit from the snow.

I regain my concentration on what is in front of me. Without a second thought, I shift my direction towards the departures.

Entering the actual terminal building, I make sure to take a look at one of the monitors.

"Check-in area 9," I mutter to myself before proceeding my way deeper into the terminal.

With no further assistance, I easily manage to see and walk myself to 'Area 9'.

Immediately I walk into the queue as I notice the line only growing bigger and bigger with each passing moment. Taking my place, I am now hoping that all this will pass by very soon and I will get to my gate on time. But all I can do is hope.

Turning around left and right, I can't help but notice the queue only grow bigger in size. Briefly diverting my sight to myself, I look at my wristwatch. 10:08 AM.

I let out an impatient sigh as my eyes return to subconsciously scanning my surroundings.

'Am I going to even make it on time?...' I ask myself.

I turn my head towards the end of the line just out of curiosity to see how long the line has become. But, my eyes suddenly stumble upon a young man. I can't help but find him attractive. His confused face is only boosting his attractively. His dark hair sexily draped over his forehead, the furrowing of his eyebrows adds to his seriousness that is oh-so-visible. The more I look at him, the sexier he becomes.

I get kicked out of my thoughts when someone cleared their voice behind me. I then realise that the line has moved. Quickly grabbing my things, I catch up.

Waiting, I take another chance and look towards the direction of the young man who seems to be lost. I am not going to lie, I have seen many attractive men, but this one right here... he is my definition on handsome. My ex couldn't even compare to him.

I am once again kicked out of my thoughts when his teal eyes meet mine. Only seconds pass before he smiles at me.

His actions instantly cause me to look away as I feel a blush spread upon my cheeks. It was also when I looked away from his beautiful eyes that I realised the line has moved, so I catch up by scooching a step or two.

I try to keep my eyes off him, I am looking at the queue, looking for any movements. I can hear some murmurs from behind me, I can't help but think that those murmurs have something got to do with me.

Each second feels like a minute, five minutes felt like five hours. I can feel the temptation in me rise and it is getting to the point where it is becoming unbearable. A couple more seconds pass before I give in to the temptation, I feel the thirst, I want to see him, so I look back. It didn't take long before I notice him. My eyes pop out of my sockets when I realise he is in the same queue as me.

Once again, his eyes find their way to mine, his smile mesmerises me, but his wink really set me off...