Romantic Fanatic

Swift Speed

4 hours left. I'm sure I could pluck up the courage to ask for his number in four hours. But what if he doesn't like me like that? What if he's fine with never seeing me again? What if he has a girlfriend? No. He would never act so flirtatious if he had a girlfriend. But how do I know that? Honestly, I don't know him at all. He could be an awful person. I see him typing on his phone. Could it be to his girlfriend...could it be?

"Texting someone?" I ask.
"Yeah, my dad. Just typing it out so I can hit send right when the plane lands."
So... not his girlfriend. I still wonder if he even has a girlfriend. Well, I have to get to know him better, that's all. It can't be that hard.
"So...what's your favorite color?" I turn to him and ask.
"What? Are we playing get to know you games now?" He laughs and crosses his knees towards me.
"Don't you have a favorite color?" I blush. Maybe I was a little too obvious with the "getting to know him". But favorite colors are important! People without a favorite color are suspicious. If they can't commit to a color, how could they commit to a relationship?
"I like all the colors" he smiles a cute little grin. Ugh. I shake my head and scratch a tally into the "cons" column in my brain.
"What?" He asks in a jokingly defensive tone. "Well, if you hate my answer so much, what's your favorite color then"
"Pink" I say matter of a fact-ly. Pinks has been my favorite color for years, it's love, it's fun, it's happy. What more could you ask for?
"What's your favorite song?" He asks, playing along with the "get to know you games"
"Ooh! I love Taylor swift!" I love Taylor swift. I'm glad he brought music up because it might be even more important than colors. If he can't deal with my music, he can't deal with me.
"My favorite song is probably Paper rings", I explain
"And that's by Taylor swift I would assume" he smirks.

Oh dear. He doesn't know Taylor Swift. Booooooo! I scratch another tally in cons. I snatch my headphones and stuff one in my ear and the other in his ear and search for paper rings on Spotify.

Airplane boy looks caught off guard, but out of the corner of my eyes I see him smile and lean to watch me type.
P a p e r
My hands start to shiver as the realization comes to me of how close his face is to mine. I flit my eyes towards him. Our eyes meet and I quickly look away. I always make things so awkward.
R i n g s

Click play. The tambourine fills our ears and the good vibes flood the plane with pink. Our heads bop in rhythm.

I want to drive away with you.

He looks straight into my soul and the snakes slithering in my stomach turn to flittering butterflies.

I want your complications too.

His bright eyes reflect the light of every open window. The clouds and the sunlight swirl. His eyes crinkle and he looks down seemingly embarrassed. His eyes flip back up with a hint of mischief. He smiles as the song ends. I don't think my heart can handle this. It's the kind of behavior that is so cute it would make me sick to see someone else experience it.

Cornelia Street starts. I quickly pull out the headphones from our ears.
"Yeah that's it," I say. That was a lame way to end that, geez.
"I really liked that song. I'll have to listen to more Taylor swift now". He gets out his phone and types Taylor swift into his notes app.
Aww, what is he? Like 80? But actually, it's really cute. Fine. A tally in the "pros" column.
"I'll learn the lyrics so we can sing karaoke sometime" he jokes

Did he just... imply that he'd like to see me again? My heart starts thumping. But was it a joke or is now a good time to ask for his number? This is so hard. I don't want to embarrass myself! Right, like I didn't walk onto the plane wearing gloves on my feet. Damn, we've been through a lot.

"Speaking of karaoke or anything like that, I was wondering..." he starts, not making eye contact.
"I was wondering if I could-" BING! The seatbelt sign turns off.
"Could I get your-"
"The seatbelt sign has been temporarily turned off, please-" A flight attendant drones through the muffled speaker.
Omg. Stop interrupting! Is he seriously going to ask me for my number!? I think he's going to ask for my number! Could it be as easy as that? Could it be?