Hopelessly Devoted

Chapter 4

29/03/2016 > 6.30p.m.

"Flight JFK 0857, to New York, kindly queue up at the gate to board the aircraft."

Everyone was pushing their way to the gate. So much for queueing up, I guess. Most of them were either on their phones or for the ladies, adding on to the excessive makeup that are already on their faces. I am not one to judge. Of course, I do wear makeup, but I do not go cake-face. I bet they have at least ten bags of makeup with them.

What happened to not judging?

"Watch your step."

As I board the plane, I felt a rush of anxiety igniting within my body. Am I making the right choice? No, Maybelle. Get your shit together. Move on with your life. You need adventure. You need excitement. It is now or never.

But it will never be the same without him.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. My name is George and I will be your captain for this flight..."

I was seated by the window on the right end. I always loved the view out there; makes me believe that I could go higher in life and think about the greatest of things. A man about my age was sitting next to me. He was wearing cargo pants, a grey t-shirt and a beanie. He looked calm and steady which helped me calm myself down.

I cannot believe I am doing this.

The flight felt like forever and it has only been an hour. I was not tired, hungry or bored but I decided to watch a movie anyway. I caught the man next to me peeking a glance at me a few times and looking at my screen as if he did not have one in front of him. I did not really mind but after a while, his body seemed closer to mine and I felt his arm brush against me. I retreated my arm as if I had touched a hot kettle which took him by surprise.

"Woah. Easy there. I'm not going to hurt you."

An American. Cool.

"Yeah, I am. I'm Zac. What's yours?" He flashed me a grin, showing off his perfectly white and straight teeth. That shit should be illegal.

"Belle."

He nodded and slid closer to me as if he was about to whisper a big secret to me. "You know, I was wondering why is there a beautiful lady like you going to New York alone."

Smooth. Real smooth. "Well, first of all," I paused the movie and took off the other side of my earphone. "It's for work and second of all, are you trying to hit on me?" Well, obviously he taught I was joking because he stifled a laugh and continued smiling. I raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Well, it is nice meeting you, my lady," he gestured a small bow.

I rolled my eyes and plugged in both my earplugs but failed to do so as he held my hand. "I work in your department too, just so you know, Miss Green."

Kill me.