𝖯𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖤 𝖥𝖠𝖳𝖤 ── scaramouche

20

"Yo." Scaramouche spoke, looking directly at your fluttering eyes that had just woken up from slumber. Your gaze was soft, and not piercing right through him. The same went for his.

The cold steel object which touched your cheek upon waking up, was actually a soda can which he rubbed on your cheek, looking at you closely for your reaction. Obviously it made you shiver a bit, so you held the can.

As you looked at the can, you noticed it wasn't any regular soda. It was your favourite one. Something really was off today.

"What?" You questioned, as you took the can in hand, attempting to open it.

"The flight starts boarding in a few minutes, so your mom told me to wake you up. Goodmorning," He replied, as he went back to the couch he was sitting on.

You were utterly confused. He didn't.. insult you? Both his behaviour and body language were truly odd. Was something in the air, perhaps?

You looked over to him, as he was sitting quite peacefully on the couch, scrolling through his phone or texting someone. There wasn't any emotion present on his face, and most importantly, he didn't even have the usual 'ugh I just talked to her' look on his face.

His gaze then drifted from his phone to you, as he caught you staring at him very obviously. You immediately switched your gaze to your shoes, as you pretended to tie your already-tied shoelaces. As you did so, you got up and went out the lounge, walking to the restroom for solace from this situation. He was going to tease you about it, that's for sure.

As you entered the restroom, you noticed it was empty and sighed in relief. You got a napkin and slammed it in your face, as you were dying of embarrassment. He really did say 'goodmorning', right? He never just says that normally. Something, really was fishy here. Nevertheless, you could just say you were zoning out, right? Or that you were looking at some cute guy behind him, not at him. But how'd you explain your reaction? You really dug yourself into a hole with this one.

Struck by a great dilemma, you would probably have missed the boarding call if it weren't for the kind old lady who noticed you basically suffocating yourself.

As you sprinted out the restroom, you ran inside the VIP lounge, gasping for air as you stood by the couch where Scaramouche was sitting on.

"They're looking for you, you know." He spoke, his eyes on his phone.

You eyed him, without speaking for a moment. "You couldn't have told them I was in the restroom?"

"Were you?" He asked, as he snickered slightly. And he wasn't lying, either. You really didn't tell him where you were going.

You sighed, knowing well enough you couldn't blame him. You plopped down on one of the couches, as you grabbed your bag and rested it on your lap.

Scaramouche looked so nonchalant sitting down on that couch, his expression not faltering for even a bit. What happened was definitely not that big of a deal, but why were you feeling this way?

"Probably just motion sickness," You thought.

You got up from the couch, as you held your bag in your arms, eyeing Scaramouche.

"What?" He looked at you questioningly, as he spoke.

"You coming or nah?" You asked, avoiding eye contact.