Holiday Mishaps // Jenlisa

1: So Damn Rude

Jennie

Jennie dragged her suitcase along the speckled airport floor. She was not one for flights. Though she would never admit it, she had feared the mode of travel since her childhood after a close call and an emergency landing, ironically during the only holiday her mother ever took her on, at five years of age. Since then everything about planes had given Jennie a gut-clenching feeling she refused to name as anxiety, instead opting for the reasoning planes simply gave her the heebie-jeebies; as if she was doomed to one day crash on a deserted island.

Since her mother's reoccurring drug habit came about, she had bounced around from home to home, scraping through college and getting a degree that she was incredibly fucking proud of. No one in her family held a degree and yet here she was, with a degree in psychology and working for an LGBT+ therapy and mental care company; fairly high up on the chain. The pay was great and it was a job she loved; weirdly things were going well for the girl... at least on the work front.

Things were perhaps going too well.

She dropped her bag and sat in a chair as far away from the other commuters as humanly possible—people were irritating and unless she needed to converse she opted to avoid it—falling into the hardened shell that was Jennie's bubble.

Checking her watch she huffed, of course, the single time she opted to leave early, the traffic was bare and she had made it to Incheon International Airport in forty minutes, leaving her an hour of solid pain before the flight.

Jennie didn't like to be early, preferring to be late, if anything. That way people knew straight away that she held little care for them and immediately lowered any expectations they had for her. Being early was obscure, making her feel overly reliant, and if there was one thing the girl was not, it was reliant; in any shape or form.

Her boot kicked up on the chair opposite, the snow coating the seat as chunks dropped from her soles.

"Hey, can I mind you for a seat?"

Pulling her headphones off she stared at the girl. She had long blonde hair with full bangs covering her forehead and framing her brown doe eyes. She wore a crop top and tight-fitting high waist pants. Jennie cast an eye down to her own sweats and wondered how the girl could travel so uncomfortably.

"Hello?"

Shaking her head she dropped her shoes.

"Sorry, what did you want?" Her voice was husky, being pulled from the slight realm of sleep she was so hankering to drift to.

"Can I take that seat?"

She gawked at the girl. The entire lounge was mostly bare, why the fuck did she need to sit here?

"There's plenty of other seats, Barbie."

The blonde's mouth dropped and she relished in the fact she was so easy to piss off.

Dear God, please let her fucking leave.

"I need that seat, or else I wouldn't be asking?"

Sitting up straighter, Jennie tugged at the sleeves of her denim jacket, far too uncomfortable with the girl's in your face proximity. Fuck why doesn't she have manners?

"Why the fuck do you need this exact seat? There are literally dozens of others, blondie."

"My name is Lisa."

"I don't see what that has to do with anyth—"

"My name is Lisa. Not blondie, not Barbie, L-I-S-A."