And Dreams Might Win

Chapter 5

Were the charming guy's luscious lips moving and his bed-room like eyes sitting below trimmed eyebrows expressing confusion?

Brain, stop open-eye dreaming please.

"Vera? Earth to Vera!"

"Huh? Yeah"

"Mate, we are literally flying high up in the clouds. Stop asking her to go back to Earth!" Bermuda shorts was trying very hard to have a witty comeback.

"Man, stop talking please!" Wyatt ended with a scowl. At least he had some sense. I'd date him if this plane would have to land on a barren island and only we three survive.

"We are flying in the stratosphere, which is the second layer of Earth which means we are still on Earth." Charming boy who now resembled a Geek boy ended with a satisfactory smile.

"Then why were you calling her back to earth if she is still theoretically on earth?" Filip darling asked as innocently as a child questioning his father.

"Because it is a phrase. When someone is lost in thoughts they have reached a different state of being and they are theoretically not on Earth!" Geek boy explained the meaning of the very complicated phrase through gritted teeth.

Whilst the words were exchanged, I sat there my mouth agape trying to digest the situation. These two are weird in their own way and they are rocking the quirkiness without a hint of shame. Why was I so conscious about myself, trying to restrict my bizarre thoughts? This was me. Why would I even think about altering my thoughts, proof reading several times before speaking and scolding myself for being me? If someone doesn't like me the way I am, that's because their perception is different or perhaps clouded.

"Look, you need to check your facts before you throw your vague facts at me. The Giza pyramids were most probably built by Pharaoh Khufu and ..."

A lazy smile crept on my face.
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"Vera, you are free-lance writer yeah? Geek boy asked with his unblemished hands on the very sturdy jaw he was gifted with.

"I think so, yeah." I answered with more than just a hint of uncertainty.

You left your job to be a free-lance writer and you're still thinking?

I haven't written anything yet so don't blame me for thinking if that's what I really am.

"That's smashing."

"Thank you. Do you write as well?" I was heard questioning out of consideration.

"Yeah" He answered almost shy.

"Actually, he writes mostly for Wanderlust. I am the photographer."

"Oh wow, so you are like a free-lance writer with a regular income and travel money. Life's good for you both"

"Yeah, but we don't get travel money from certain magazines-

"However, that doesn't concern us because we are pretty much rich" Filip was not just any Bermuda-shorts but a cocky rich one.

"It's not like we live in a penthouse or drive Bentley. We just make money to travel more and enjoy the taste of every place." Geek boy was opening chambers of my heart with his charismatic words.

"So what do you write about? The countries people, culture, food? I mean all that already exists on Google" I really was intrigued.

"No, I write about our experience, about people we meet and their stories, tragic or funny. I write stories no one knows. Write secrets people have buried in their hearts, write about feelings they couldn't express, their ambitions anonymous to the world. Write about the emotions I feel throughout the journey, the allure the countries hold within them. I try to write feelings more than facts." Geek boy who resembled an endearing writer ended with passion burning in his eyes. I wish I had that fire in me.

"Wow, adjectives are flooding my brain so as to try describing what I am feeling but I don't think I can"

We smiled. A deep connection was all I felt at that very brief moment. I could have not expected this with the same stranger I was thinking to temporarily blind with my MK-3 pepper spray earlier.

Ping.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Thank you."

"Let's feel the allure and beauty you have contained in yourself, Georgia." I muttered to myself.

"You said something?" Bermuda shorts asked.

"Um..No."

"You sure waffle a lot for a grown up woman." Cocky Bermuda shorts stated looking ahead.

"You sure love to express your unwanted opinions for a grown up artist" I am working on becoming successfully jocular. My progress was accredited by a chuckling Wyatt.

I am sure he is only being nice.

"I am not an artist, I am a photographer. Notice the difference woman."

"Now, I would have explained what she really meant but I'd rather have a pleasant landing as you already disturbed my flight earlier with your lack of factual and literary knowledge." Wyatt drawled in his best South-British accent in an attempt to mock my 'dear Filip'.

"That's alright. I understood. In the earlier centuries when the word 'artist' must've been created , there were no cameras to take pictures so there were no photographers ;just artists who are almost like today's photographers so she referred to me as an artist. Viola."

"Filip, plane's going to land and I will disown you as my friend at the airport if you don't stop talking." Exasperated, poor darling Wyatt concluded.

"Yes, Filip and I will be Wyatt's new best friend." I stated, deadpan.

Way to go, someone is out of their nest to fly finally.

Wyatt looked over at me and smiled, controlling his now erupting laughter.

"Sir, please fasten your seat-belt." Beauty face asked Bermuda shorts to complete the task we both had minutes ago.

Fake case of cough and tonsils was being used as a cover for the laughter trying to rush out of us on poor darling Filip who had been bashed enough for a four hour something flight.

I knew I had it in me to be social and awesome. All I needed was good company to get it out of me. Wyatt and Bermuda shorts will always be remembered. I couldn't help but smile as the activities of this four hour something flight replayed in my mind. It is funny how such small moments of happiness spread a sweet chocolaty feeling in our whole existence and how different people who we meet arouse such enormously different feelings. These small moments of happiness or sadness or whatever sentiments we feel makes up our entire life with the souvenir to revive the emotions felt from time to time. That's what I'll do – live in the moment to experience everything completely and collect souvenir of these emotions. I am done feeling same every day, throughout my life, which is probably one and only.