Story Time!

Airplane Love

"Oh, sorry!" a girl said as she slammed into me.

I promptly fell over, weighed down by my heavy backpack. "Oh, that's okay. It's pretty crowded today."

She offered her hand to help me up. "I'm pretty lost actually. Could you help me find gate F90?"

"We can walk there together if you want. That's where I'm headed too." I pointed to our right. "We have to go on the tram first."

She tilted her head in confusion. "Why?"

"It takes us to security and the gates." I grabbed her hand and tugged her along with me.

She nodded as if she was taking mental notes. "This is my first time flying in case it wasn't obvious enough."

A guy suddenly collided with her suitcase. "Watch it!" the guy said as he shoved past us.

"Are people always like this at airports?" she questioned.

"Normally worse. Now take your ticket and scan it over here," I said as I scanned my own ticket and walked past the gate to the tram.

She joined me a moment later, and I pulled her onto the tram with me.

It was packed with people shoving each other to reach the seats and the handrails. Someone bumped me from behind just as the tram started and I stumbled forward into her. Her free arm wrapped around me, keeping me from falling.

"S-Sorry!" I said as I tried to distance myself from her and nearly fell again.

She chuckled as I eventually relented and stayed pressed against her for the rest of the short tram ride.

After passing through security together we sat at our gate.

"What seat do you have?" I asked.

"15E," she replied.

I checked my ticket. "I have the seat next to you."

"Wow, it's like fate is pushing us together," she joked.

I laughed nervously. "Yeah."

We passed the time swapping stories and random facts about us until it was time to board the plane.

Once on the plane, I buckled my seatbelt and tuned out the safety instructions the flight attendant was saying.

"Are you nervous?" I asked.

She shrugged, looking out the window. "No, of course not."

I raised an eyebrow. "Your voice breaking just betrayed you. It's okay to be nervous, and if you get scared you can hold my hand," I teased.

The plane slowly started making its way to the runway.

I noticed her fingers nervously tapping on her leg.

I brushed my hand against hers to let her know it was okay.

Almost instantly, she took my hand in hers.

Her grip on mine slowly relaxed as the plane took off.

When her hand went slack in mine I glanced over to see that she had fallen asleep.

She shifted in her sleep so our legs were almost touching.

I could feel her body heat despite the fact that we weren't touching.

The plane rocked slightly from turbulence and her leg now rested against mine.

I didn't have the heart to wake her or move away from her.

I jerked awake when the plane touched down on the runway to realise that I had fallen asleep on her shoulder and she was still holding my hand.

I blushed. "Sorry."

She smiled. "I didn't mind."

We exited the plane and headed to baggage claim.

"So, I guess we should say goodbye," I said with  a twinge of regret in my voice.

She grinned at me. "Aww, don't look so sad. Maybe we'll meet again."

"I hope so."

"Let's leave it up to fate, but I don't think this is the end of us," she said as she reached out to squeeze my hand.

I watched her walk away wondering if I would ever see her again.

AN: Inspired after my many plane flights. Any crazy plane experiences to share?