You were flying back home, after being in Chicago for a week. Your originally from New York, but you were flying into Jersey, to miss some of the people. You were flying alone, since you went to visit your older sister, and your parents were going to pick you up. Your plane only had 2 seats to a row, so you hoped that you at least got someone you could talk to. A few minutes later, a boy about your age, came and sat next to you. "Hey, I'm Louis." He said, as he turned his phone off for the flight. "Morgan." You smile, and answer. You two talked the entire way to jersey, and turned out being very good friends by the end of the flight. At the end, you were walking off to get your luggage, when someone grabbed your wrist. You turned around to see Louis. He handed you a ripped and folded piece of paper. "Call me sometime." He said, and then kissed your cheek before walking about and claiming his luggage.
