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Part II - That One Flight - Flight 6571 - To - Belgrade.
I keep my gaze at the plane in front of me. I watch as passengers exit the aircraft.
On the airport grounds, by the plane, I see 2 ground crew helping with the unloading of the luggage from the airplane. An additional 2 ground crew take the suitcases before loading them onto the trolleys attached to the yellow luggage cart.
Pulling my attention up from the ground crew, my eyes are met by the nose of the plane. Looking up even higher, I am met by the cockpit of the aircraft.
I can see only one pilot in the cockpit as he is looking down at something. I then see the back of another pilot by the cockpit door, he is probably saying his goodbyes to the passengers.
Looking away from our plane, I am greeted by an American Airlines A330-200 taxi past out gate. Behind it followed a Lufthansa A321-200.
"This airport is enormous, " I hear James's voice right beside me. Turning my head, I notice how close his body is to mine.
"Yeah, it's big... but it's very beautiful, " I reply.
"But I see something even more beautiful...". I feel his body gently press against mine. His actions give me an insight into who he is calling beautiful.
"Hint, she is right beside me..." he whispers the obvious right by my left ear, but it never the less causes another blush to spread across my cheeks.
I, once again, try to play it off with an eye roll. "That sounds incredibly cliche, you know that?" I say, turning and once again facing him. Once I do, I am met by his amused face.
"Well beautiful... I am a master of cliche. Something that is worth noting, " he replies, giving me a wink before a mighty smirk appeared on his lips. I react by, once again, blushing and diverting my gaze elsewhere. "As long as I can show you my affection, I don't give a rats-ass what way I try to approach you, whether it being cringy or cliche.". Something about the way he worded his sentence caused me to look back at him. When I do, I am met with his deep gaze.
"The 'affection', you say?..." I ask, cursing myself for breaking into a small smile. I guess he noticed when he smiled back at me.
The smile on my face instantly drops and the beating of my heart rapidly increases when I see him lower his head towards mine.
"Yes, my affection..." he whispers to me. Seconds pass before his deep, manly chuckles resonate in my head.
"It's so easy to make you blush, you know that?". I blushed?... I didn't even notice myself blush.
A sudden, muffled roar from a plane causes us both to turn our attention back to the window. I managed to catch a glimpse of a Boeing 747-400 in the colours of Euromania...
On the airport grounds, by the plane, I see 2 ground crew helping with the unloading of the luggage from the airplane. An additional 2 ground crew take the suitcases before loading them onto the trolleys attached to the yellow luggage cart.
Pulling my attention up from the ground crew, my eyes are met by the nose of the plane. Looking up even higher, I am met by the cockpit of the aircraft.
I can see only one pilot in the cockpit as he is looking down at something. I then see the back of another pilot by the cockpit door, he is probably saying his goodbyes to the passengers.
Looking away from our plane, I am greeted by an American Airlines A330-200 taxi past out gate. Behind it followed a Lufthansa A321-200.
"This airport is enormous, " I hear James's voice right beside me. Turning my head, I notice how close his body is to mine.
"Yeah, it's big... but it's very beautiful, " I reply.
"But I see something even more beautiful...". I feel his body gently press against mine. His actions give me an insight into who he is calling beautiful.
"Hint, she is right beside me..." he whispers the obvious right by my left ear, but it never the less causes another blush to spread across my cheeks.
I, once again, try to play it off with an eye roll. "That sounds incredibly cliche, you know that?" I say, turning and once again facing him. Once I do, I am met by his amused face.
"Well beautiful... I am a master of cliche. Something that is worth noting, " he replies, giving me a wink before a mighty smirk appeared on his lips. I react by, once again, blushing and diverting my gaze elsewhere. "As long as I can show you my affection, I don't give a rats-ass what way I try to approach you, whether it being cringy or cliche.". Something about the way he worded his sentence caused me to look back at him. When I do, I am met with his deep gaze.
"The 'affection', you say?..." I ask, cursing myself for breaking into a small smile. I guess he noticed when he smiled back at me.
The smile on my face instantly drops and the beating of my heart rapidly increases when I see him lower his head towards mine.
"Yes, my affection..." he whispers to me. Seconds pass before his deep, manly chuckles resonate in my head.
"It's so easy to make you blush, you know that?". I blushed?... I didn't even notice myself blush.
A sudden, muffled roar from a plane causes us both to turn our attention back to the window. I managed to catch a glimpse of a Boeing 747-400 in the colours of Euromania...
