The Girl in Seat 23 {l.r.h.}

two.

Sloppy blonde hair mopped on top of his narrow face, he poked his head out of the curtain to scan the crowd. I remember thinking Boy, if this guy doesn't shave soon, he'll look like a member of the Bee Gees. Romantic, I know.

He always used to tell me that when he looked through that curtain, all he saw was me on that warm night in Chicago. He said I was the only thing his eyes settled on. Oh his eyes. Polaris, I called them; if those eyes of his knew how to do one thing, it was to dazzle me. Brighter than the North Star. And he stared at me with the look on his face like he'd never seen a female in his entire life. So much for those groupies he had.

So he sent the security guard down to me to get my phone number for him.

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ok I promise this gets better as it progresses, bear with me ~L :)