Till My Last Night (Paused)

1• Flight upgrade

 
 
 
I never thought I would experience racial discrimination over a simple thing as a seat by the window on a flight.

I wanted it specifically for taking photos and I payed for that seat.

Mih just calm down and have faith cause if mih eva wah reach mih destination, mih go sup it and have patience.

Shi feel a school bus dis, weh a elder always deh a the front. Bright and out of order.

Even the flight attendant came in to resolve the issue but the lady won't get up.

The older white lady grumbled and I had to stand there getting stared at by people who already got seated.

Now the next persons coming in were heading to first class.

The flight attendant went and returned smiling.

"Congratulations Miss Rose, you've been upgraded to first class." She announced and laugher fills the plane.

"Yes mih gyal." A Jamaican in the back claps.

"Thank you." I smiled, getting my carry-on from the overhead compartment and followed her up.

I've been upgraded indeed, getting a seat though it wasn't by the window but that's alright.

Har shame was my satisfaction.

Nervous after what happened, when I got seated next to a man of colour and felt relieved.

He had his ears covered with headphones looking out and I sighed, missing what I could've had and it broke my spirit.

Even though a mih tek it cause mih go deh enjoy the luxury.

I played around with my jacket string, calming my anxiety.

It was when we were in the air that I felt a little better.

That's when I pulled out my book I had close by, returning to where I had the bookmarker.

My worst fear as a reader is to be in public with the wrong page opened.

I needed to complete my story so I held the book close up.

That's until I got to a streamy part and I let out an audible gasp.

Seated to the side but still got a middle seat between two guys.

One was already asleep and the other that's by the window was now staring.

"The Chef's benefit." I heard him say what's on the cover.

I peeked out and met his stare.

Dark brown eyes behind dreadlocks that curtains his face.

Pretty eyes.

"Mhmm hmm." I hummed with a small smile, turning to my book.

"Be careful now." He chuckled.

Please nuh mek a sumaddy who know bout books.

"About?" I put the book towards my chest.

He laughs a little more.

My eyes went passed the sight of his lips down to his neck. The tattoos that decorate his skin and probably the rest hiding underneath his clothes.

"Nothing."

"If yuh seh suh." I sigh lowly, lifting the book.

"Weh yuh wah mih seh?" He asked surprising me.

Though he looked just as surprised when I just spoke.