THE DESTRUCTION

chapter 2

Hi," I say.

Oh no . . . I'm sitting next to God's gift to women . . .. only he's hotter.

I look like shit. Fuck it.

I open the overhead, and he stands. "Here, let me." He takes my bag from me and carefully places it up he is literally a treat to eye. He's tall and built and wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt; he smells like the best aftershave in history.

"Thanks," I murmur as I pull my hand through my ponytail, trying to smooth out the knots. I mentally kick myself for not wearing something better.

"Do you want the window seat?" he asks.

I stare at him as my brain misfires.

He gestures to the seat beside the window.

"You don't mind?" I frown.

"Not at all." He smiles. "I fly all the time. You can have it."

I force a smile. "Thanks." That was code for "I know you got upgraded, you poor homeless person, and I feel sorry for you because i smell poorness." I sit down in my seat and look nervously out the window, with my hands clasped in front of me on my lap.

"Are you going home?" he asks.

I turn to him. Oh, please don't talk to me. You make me hell nervous just sitting there. "No, I've been on vacation, and I have a job interview in Mumbai on the way home. I'm only there for the day, and then I fly out again to delhi . I live there."

"Ah." He smiles. "I see."

I stare at him for a moment; I should ask him a question now. "Are . . . you going home?" I say.but I don't why i am talking to a stranger that i just met maybe because i find him sizzling hot.

"Yes."

I nod, unsure what to say next, so I choose the lame option and stare back out the window.

The attendant walks around with a bottle of champagne and glasses.

Glasses. Since when do airlines give you real glass don't then serve in paper cups?

Oh right, first class hierarchy. I knew that !

"Would you like some champagne to take off with, sir?" the flight attendant asks him. I notice that her name tag says ARIA.

"That would be lovely." He smiles and turns to me. "Make that two, please."

I frown as she pours two glasses of champagne and passes one to him and one to me. "Thank you." I smile at my ears maybe i show too much excitement.

I wait for Aria to move out of earshot. "Do you always order drinks for other people as well?" I ask.

He looks surprised by my statement. "Did it bother you?"

"Not at all," I huff. Damn this Mr. Fancy Pants for thinking he can order for me. "I do like to order my own drinks, though."

He smiles. "Well, you can order the next ones, then.so there is next time also Fuck bro is he flirting with me or what?" He raises his glass to me and smirks; then he takes a sip. He seems amused by my annoyance.

I stare at him deadpan. This could be victim number two of my cutting today. I am not in the mood for some rich old bastard to boss me around. I sip my champagne as I look out the window like a lady. Well, he's not really old. Maybe mid- to late thirties. I mean, old compared to me; I'm twenty-five. But whatever.

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