Fallacy • Jeonghan [1]

3

Lia

"Hi," the person smiled at me "you seem familiar. Have we met?"

I just stared at him. Blankly .

Apparently no, I don't even know you. All I know is you're the one who was at the coffee shop and stop talking to me like we've been friends for years.

"Uh...I think we met at the coffee shop...?" I say, leaving my sentence hanging.

"No, I meant before that." This guy shifted in his seat trying to buckle on his seatbelt. Your seatbelt is on stop being such a safety freak now.

"Um...we met when we were queuing at the coffee shop...?"

He sighed, "Nevermimd."

I glanced at the ticket that was on his lap. His ticket says its C2 but why is he sitting at B1?

"Your ticket," I say quietly "its C2."

"Hm?" He turned to me, flipping his fringe .

"Your seat is C2. " I continued.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at the ticket for a few times before saying, "Oh right. Should I exchange seats?"

Yes, I wanted to say. Please get lost and stop talking to me.

He stood up, turning to the back of our seats. Two Chinese men were seated behind us, sleeping.

I was expecting him to take off his seatbelt and move, but instead he sat back in his seat, put on his earphones and tucked his fringe away casually. If I have a pair of scissors right now I am seriously gonna cut his hair, because its too pretty.

I frowned, "Aren't you gonna change your seat?"

"Hm? No can do, the man's sleeping." He answered.

"You mean - you're not going to change seats?" I stuttered, grasping the end of my blanket tightly.

He laughed, "Its not like I don't want to, its just that he's sleeping behind there. Do you dare wake the old man up?" Well I dare. If only the plane didn't took off at the exact moment I wanted to.

"Are you scared of me?" He raised his eyebrow "don't worry, I'm not a bad guy."

I ignored him, scooting away from him as far as possible. How could I even do that, the seats weren't that big. I placed my bag in the middle, blocking the gap between us.

No wonder Mrs. Hong warned me about strangers. Who knew I ended up sitting beside this creepy talkative - pretty boy - with long hair who acts like he knows me? How does he even take care of his hair anyway?

Plugging back on my earphones, I went back to sleep.

• • • • •

"Hey. Hey, wake up."

A voice was heard, followed by a flick on my forehead. Rude much?

I blinked a few times, the pain on my forehead could still be felt.

"We landed," pretty boy stated.

I unwrapped myself from the blankets, and buckled off my seatbelt instantly, taking a look of the view from the plane window.

'It rained,' I thought. Fresh water driplets were dripping down the window. It must have rained when we landed.

I had seriously no idea how long I slept in the flight. Did I sleep the while way? I didn't even wake up for food!

Speaking of which, if I didn't wake up for food, what happened to mine?

"What happened to my food?" I asked pretty boy who was struggling trying to open the cabin compartment at the top of our seats (if that's what its called).