A Girl In A Man's World

Tension

Tension. It reeked everywhere.

Alessandro was sitting opposite me, and it was just us here. Lorenzo was with the captain, and Niccolò had gone off with a flight attendant.

With how big this private jet was, Alessandro and I happened to sit right opposite each other. Only a few feet distancing us, I would have rather sat anywhere else.

His eyes a stone gray that were darker than usual. The storm brewing in them stared right at mine.

He licked his lips and brough the cup of whiskey up. The sound of ice clinking on the glass as he glared at me, only removing eye contact to down the liquid.

He sighed and placed his arms beside his legs, pushing himself up off the couch. He walked over to the bar, and I could only see his back now. I could hear him, his voice deep and low.

Alessandro stood there for a while as the flight attendant behind the bar made his drink. His hand moved towards the counter but my eyes were still stuck to him. He turned around, his eyes meeting mine.

My eyes widen and I turn my head to look straight ahead. I lean back on the couch, sighing at the fact that he caught me staring at him. There was no need for me to look at him right now, since I already knew he was on his way back.

He comes in front of me and takes a seat back where he was, right in front of me. I looked down and saw the freshly poured cup of whiskey. However, this one did not look like a shot of it. I frowned and looked back up at him, our eyes meeting. Usually, the cup would only be a quarter full. But this one looked like if he moved around too much, it would spill. Was that much whiskey even safe?

A ringing noise appeared and Alessandro reached for his pocket, taking out his phone. "Hello?" He said, his voice was deep and clear. "We're on the jet now."

I leaned back further in the couch, gripping the drink that Niccolò had given me tighter in my hands. I brought it up and took a sip, savoring the sweetness.

"I'm sure the captain is going to depart soon." Alessandro said.

My eyes fell to the floor as the realization just set in. I was on a plane, something I had never done in my life. What if I had air sickness that everyone talks about? What if the turbulence feels like an earthquake? Taking the cup back to my lips, my mind roamed wildly. I whimpered at how I forgot the most important part. I hated heights with a passion. Should I just not look out the window? Is that even possible with this huge jet? Oh my God, I am going to die. It's all over, I should at least be thanking God for everything right now. No wait I'm probably going to hell, there's no way heaven is even an option for me-

"This is your captain Matthew speaking. Get ready for departure." The sound echoed through the speakers, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Bringing my cup back up I realize the change in the weight. I drank it all. So, this is what happens when I'm stuck with Alessandro and am basically alone. I become a raging alcoholic.

I bite my lip, debating on whether I should ask him.

Fuck it.

"Is Lorenzo coming back?" I asked, more like forced myself to say.

He shook his head slowly taking a sip of the whiskey, "No, he usually stays with the pilot at the beginning of the flight." His words were dragged out.

I frowned, "Why?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he spreads his legs further apart as he leaned further down the couch. "He knows how to fly planes. Finds it fun."

There was no emotion to his words. He sounded dead, and he looked like he was being held prisoner... in a luxury jet.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, as I looked back down at my drink. Only ice cubes remained inside the glass. I grab the side of the sofa and push myself up.