I sighed rubbing my neck as I walked through the pathway to the plane. Why do people always walk so damn slow?
I smiled back at the flight attendant as I entered the plane looking at my phone to confirm where my seat was. 32B was my seat. I walked until I arrived at my seat and began to put my carry-on in the overhead bin. Well more like struggled, for some reason, I was too short or this plane was just big but anyways I was struggling.
"Need some help?" I heard a thick French accent ask. I looked down at the person sitting in my row and damn near choked. She was so...hot. Like impossibly hot. I felt heat rise to my face and just knew I was blushing.
"Uh- um- I- yeah I could um use some help." I said mentally cursing myself for stuttering. She stood up and made her way over to me. Holy hell she's tall she's probably a foot taller than me I thought as I observed her. She was wearing a white shirt with an opened button-up shirt some black pants and some off white air Jordan 4s. By the looks of it, she definitely worked out regularly.
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She took my bag from my hands and placed it in the overhead bin. I smiled and thanked her taking my seat next to her and buckling up. She returned to her window seat and buckled up as well.
"I'm Y/n." She said with her sexy French accent putting her hand out.
"Tobin." I said shaking her hand. She smiled and I just died. How tf does someone have such a beautiful smile.
"Beautiful name, very unique." She said making me smile.
"Thanks." I said blushing.
"So from your accent, I'm guessing you're not from here so what brings you to Paris?" She asked taking out her neck pillow making me do the same.
"Oh, I was just visiting with my friends but I'm going to New Jersey to visit my family but my friends aren't going to New Jersey so we have different flights. What's taking you to New Jersey?"
"Visiting a friend of mine. Haven't seen her in years." She said smiling at the thought of her friend. I frowned a little at the fact that she was going to visit a girl. I shouldn't be feeling this way I don't even know her I thought scolding myself.
We continued to talk throughout the plane ride. I found out she's 34, she's 6'6, she was born and raised in Paris but lived in New Jersey with her friend for two years, she has one older sister and one younger sister, she really liked soccer and she's a personal trainer and trains many athletes. Throughout the conversation, I realized we have a lot in common. Eventually, I fell asleep because this was an eight-hour flight and I was tired.
Y/n
I learned a lot about Tobin during our conversation, of course, I already knew she was a professional soccer player but I also learned more. I looked to my left when I felt something on my shoulder. I saw Tobin sleeping with her mouth slightly open and smiled to myself. She looked so cute.
