I'm Such a Fool For You

bets, bonds & business

As the crisp December air greeted them outside the airport terminal, Spencer and Brittany hurriedly made their way towards the waiting plane. 

The excitement of the upcoming conference buzzed in the air, mingling with the holiday spirit that permeated the bustling airport.

Inside the plane, the soft hum of chatter filled the cabin as passengers settled into their seats, eagerly anticipating their journey.

As they maneuvered through the narrow aisle, seeking out their assigned seats, Spencer caught sight of them and signaled for Brittany to take the window seat.

"Here we are," he said with a smile, stepping aside to let Brittany slide into her seat.

She hesitated for a moment. She glanced at the small window beside the seat, feeling a twinge of apprehension at the thought of being confined in such a small space.

Spencer noticed her hesitation and furrowed his brow in concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.

Brittany nodded, offering him a tight-lipped smile. "Yeah, um... I just don't like flying," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Spencer nodded sympathetically, understanding her apprehension. "I get it... Flying can be nerve-wracking sometimes," he agreed, his tone reassuring.

Brittany took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "Would you mind switching seats with me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Spencer's brow furrowed in surprise at her request. "Sure, if you'd prefer the aisle seat,"

Brittany nodded gratefully, relief flooding her features. "I'd really appreciate it," she admitted, her voice soft.

Spencer rose from his seat, allowing Brittany to step out into the aisle, before smoothly sliding into her former window seat as she settled into his vacated spot nearer to the aisle.

"Better?" he asked, offering her a reassuring smile.

Brittany nodded, returning his smile with gratitude. "A bit better, thank you," she replied, her voice tinged with relief.

As the plane taxied down the runway, Brittany's nerves escalated, her fingers fidgeting with the seatbelt buckle as she stared down at her lap. 

Spencer noticed her distress and racked his brain for a way to ease her anxiety.

Just as the plane began to accelerate, Brittany's grip tightened on the armrest, her eyes wide with fear. 

In a sudden impulse, she reached out and grabbed Spencer's hand, her fingers trembling with tension. Immediately realizing her action, she released his hand and stammered out an apology.

"It's okay," Spencer reassured her, his voice calm and reassuring. "If holding my hand makes you feel better, you can hold it."

Brittany hesitated, uncertain, before tentatively reaching out for Spencer's hand. Her fingers trembled slightly as they intertwined with his, seeking solace and support in his grasp.

Spencer felt a surge of compassion for her and desperately wanted to offer comfort amidst her fear.

"Must be tough flying often, especially with family in Vegas," Spencer remarked, attempting to distract her from her anxiety.

Brittany nodded, her grip on Spencer's hand relaxing slightly. "Yeah, it's not my favorite thing," she admitted, her voice tinged with resignation. "I have a routine though. I make sure I'm tired so I can sleep through most of it, and I take some tranquilizers."