Cynthia's POV
16 hours remaining:
When the desk lady said i would have to get on to the plane through some weird way. I was thinking more jumping off platforms and hiding in the luggage compartments.
Not climbing through a portable staircase.
But none of the less it made me feel like the first woman of america, climbing a pair or portable stairs was one way to boost your confidence .
I mean that's what i think it feels like.
I haven't actually done it yet, but I just have a feeling.
The plane was cleared for take off so it was my time to board the plane.
It had actually been my time for 10 minutes.
But my lovely escort was no where to be seen, after our introduction, he ran off saying he needed to go wash his hands.
*30 minutes before*
His hand lingered in the air for awhile whilst I intensely stared at him.
Malacai.
His name was Malacai.
I knew a Malacai.
He looked at me with a confused expression, slowly retreating his hand back to his body.
No! Dont put your hand back!
Cynthia grab his hand!
Just like an instinct, my hand jolted in front of me and grasped his hands.
His hands were cold and sent goosebumbs up my skin. I could feel the paint splatters that dried on his hands and the faint pulse in his wrist.
"Um..."
My head looked up to the sound of his awkwardness as his uncofortable glaze was locked on me.
Realising that I had been an absolute freak and was feeling out his, very manly, hands, i let go and stepped back.
"Oh... um sorry about that." I laugh nervously.
I let the same hand run through my hair as I try to laugh off the most embarassing moment of my life.
"Let's start again." I finally reply.
I take a deep breath and smile in his direction.
"Im Cynthia."
It was his turn to freeze.
He looked at me in disbelief probably thinking the same thing as me.
I knew him. // I knew her.
We stared at eachother for so long, I thought we were frozen in time.
Everything around me had stopped, the clocked stop ticking and feet stopped walking. In that moment, I swear it was just him and I.
Two infinities frozen in time.
"So Miss Cynthia can wait in the first class lunge until the plane is ready to board."
And just like that, time started ticking and feet continued shuffling.
We broke our glance as I started fiddling with my iPhone, he started running had hands through his hair.
Why wasn't he talking to me?
Why wasn't I talking to him?
"This way please Miss."
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