That Vacation

Chapter 1 (Intro)

I suppose everyone has a start to their love story. Mine started waiting in line for a coffee at an airport. You would think, as any typical love story would, there would be some slow motion look accross the room and "sparks would fly" or whatever that means. I call bullshit on it, but people should be allowed to believe what they want.

Anyways, back to the beginning. Now, as much as I don't believe in love at first sight, I do know a beautiful person when I see one. It felt almost criminal to bump into you, like you were a diamond enclosed in a glass case that some kid just pressed their nose against. 

"Shit, sorry." I mumbled, before pushing my glasses up my face and quickly grabbing my coffee. 

I don't think you even heard my apology, as you tossed your long purple hair over your shoulder before grabbing two large coffees and walking back to your seat. Adjusting the hoodie I was wearing, I let out a breathy jumble of profanities. How can a person look like that? I didn't even see your whole face! I rushed back to my seat, where I immediately pulled out my sketchbook. Before turning to a new page, I quickly thumbed through my previous drawings, most of them recreations of places around my city. I wasn't good with faces, but I needed to draw you. I knew right then and there that my art skills would not do you justice but my memory of you needed to be somewhere other than my head. My flight wasn't for another hour and a half, which left me more than enough time. 

I swear I almost jumped out of my seat when you tapped me on the shoulder. I didn't know who it was at first. Turning around, I found myself looking into your eyes. I must've looked slightly crazy, but it was only because I was trying to figure out your eye colour to sketch it down. There was a moment of awkward staring before you finally spoke.

"Do you draw?"

I blinked and shook my head a little before anwswering.

"Um, yeah I do. Why?" I asked. I swear to god I sounded like a chipmunk.

"Oh my god, finally. I've been looking everywhere in this waiting area to find an artist. Can you draw me?"

I tried already, but you can't know that. 

"Oh yeah! For sure. I'm not a great with people though. As in drawing them, not like I'm bad at talking or whatever." You sure about that Varian? Really? I wanted to kick myself.

"I don't care, you're probably better than any other person in this room. My names Asha, by the way." You said, reaching your hand over the seat to shake mine. I almost gasped when I touched your hand. How is it possible to get skin that soft, what is your secret.

"Varian," I managed to say before taking a deep breath. "So, what did you have in mind for the drawing?"

"Right okay. So I was hoping you could get a sketch of me and my boyfriend on the airplane. Not posed really, he just wants something cute and special for our two year anniversary."

My smile faltered slightly at the words "boyfriend" and "two year anniversary". Of course you have a boyfriend. Of course you're straight. Of course ofcourseoFCOURSE. 

"For sure. Can I just get a photo of you two on the plane and then give you the drawing when we land?" I smiled again, hoping it was enough to hide my mental frowning.

"Yes! Aweseome, you're awesome. Thank you so much." You said before turning around and starting a conversation with a tall man sitting next to you. I assumed he was your boyfriend. 

Turning back around to face the drawing of you I flopped over onto my book and groaned inwardly. What am I doing?