Between Us

1 | Airplane

Nova

I'm going to miss it.

As soon as the lady's hand touched the door, I was there.

That could have been bad.

"I'm sorry." I told her and handed her my ticket, but she just grinned. She let me go through and I walked down the hall and got on the plane.

I really hope no one is on the same row as me, especially not some kids.

My day has already been rough enough. I noticed a head looking down, but he was all the way on the end seat, so there's still a sit in between us which is fine.

I was a little out of breath, but I tried to hide it as I put my bag in the luggage carrier as I noticed the man had moved his legs in order for me to get by him, so I squeezed through the small space and sat down, letting out a big breath.

"Rough day, huh?" I heard from beside me. I looked over, a little confused to see the man waiting for an answer. He was gorgeous, might I add.

He had green eyes and dirty blonde hair and his freckles were getting darker since it's the summertime. He also had a black nose ring on the right side of his nose.

"Yeah." I responded. "Are you going to England?" He asked and that's when I heard his accent. I might talk his ears off if he keeps asking me questions.

"I am, are you?" I buckled. "Mhm." He nodded his head then looked down at his phone. I looked out of the window and listened to the captain speaking over the intercom.

We're going to be taking off soon.

I hate planes.

I know I shouldn't because I take one very often because of work, but they still freak me out sometimes. I looked over at the man and he sat there, motionless.

"What's your name?" He asked, looking over and putting his phone down. I felt bad because it was obvious he knew I was staring at him.

"Nova, what's yours?" I closed my sketchbook. "Grayson."

"Oh nice. Do you live in England?" I crossed my arms.

"No, my family does. Why are you going there?" "Work." I rolled my eyes.

"Work?" "Yeah, I'm a muralist." I glanced down at my book then back at him.

"Oh wow. Can I see something?" He genuinely seemed surprised. I would be too if someone told me they had the same job.

"Sure." I got my phone from my pocket and opened up my photos app, clicking my most recent work in California.

"You did that all by yourself?" "Yeah." I smiled, not many people ask me that question because they assume I had help.

"That's amazing. Where are you going to be painting?" "Somewhere in Bristol, I'm not sure where yet." I kind of shrugged my shoulders.

I pulled my eyes away from him and out of the window just to see a whole bunch of clouds. I like his voice, it's cool.

"So you're going to be alone?" He randomly said, causing me to look back at him. "Well yeah," I laughed.

"I mean I am a 21 year old woman. I can't have everyone by my side anymore." I hope that didn't sound too mean.

"That's scary though." "You're literally away from your family in a different country so what's the difference? You can't be that much older than me."

"How old do you think I am?" "23 at the absolute max." "Close enough." He shrugged his shoulders then looked at his phone for a second.

"How old are you?" "I am 23, but my birthday is coming up." "When?" "The 10th." He turned his phone off and put it in his pocket this time.

"Oh, so soon. Happy early birthday." "Thank you." He grinned. He looks mean, but his smile changes his whole face.

What if he tries to murder me?

"You're welcome." I have so many questions I want to ask him. He didn't get on his phone again, so I think I'm going to ask.

"Where do you work?" I asked. "I work wherever I want." "What do you do?" I turned my body a little, facing him.

"I'm a web developer." "Jesus, so you're like really smart?" "If I want to be."

"How tall are you?" I asked, seeing he looked a little cramped. "6'2." He looked down. I guess I'll leave him alone now, he's short answering me and not looking at me anymore.

I faced the window and held myself back with all of my unanswered questions.

The flight was almost over and we haven't talked that much, just a short conversation when I ordered myself a drink.

I'm going to miss seeing his face once we get off the plane. Maybe I could get his number? Who am I kidding, he probably has a girlfriend with a face like that. I didn't see no ring, so he's not married.

The plane landed, but me nor Grayson rushed to get up. We're the smart ones who wait for the plane to clear up before we get off, but that only makes me want to ask more questions.

"Sorry for holding you up." He told me as I got out and into the aisle. "Oh, it's okay, I always wait." I looked up at him. He was a lot taller than what I thought 6'2 was.

He opened the luggage carrier and handed me my bag. "Oh thank you." I smiled. "You're welcome." He shut it. I took a deep breath then turned around, heading for the exit.

I have a funny feeling about something, but I ignored it and got my phone out. Airplane mode is off and I started to get a little bit better signal as I got a little further into the building.

"Hey, Nova?" "Yeah?" I looked up and turned around. "Since you're here alone, can I have your number?" "Oh uh sure." I tried to contain my excitement.

I handed him my phone then asked "You don't have some secret girlfriend right?" "Right." He typed something then handed me my phone back.

"Good." "Text me if you need anything." "Alright, thank you." "Of course, have a good day." He smiled.

"You too." I responded and he started walking away. I let out a big sigh then headed to the suitcase thing and grabbed my suitcase.

I am so overdue for a nap right now.