Coffee meets Tea

hellos

Montey took seat, 15c, window seat, nice, she thought. And not soon after, another person took seat next to her leaving the center seat empty between them. As to not be nosy or awkward, she only got a quick glimpse of the person. But her quick look made her realize that this person was intently staring at her.

"Oh god, we made eye contact and i didn't smile or anything. I should have smiled. Now they probably think i am rude." Montey thinks to herself wedging herself closer to the window. She let out a sigh and then the person next to her perked up conversation.

"Nervous flyer?" the person asks and Montey straightened up and looked to this person finally getting better looks at them. Beautiful man, clean shaven beard, not very thick, dark brown. It accented his sharp masculine jaw line, and made his cheek bones stand out more. His eyes were gorgeous and Montey was definitely jealous of his long lashes, hazel eyes. Well kept eyebrows and hair that was slicked over and split on the side, very formal. It too was a dark brown, like dark chocolate. and his skin was tan like honey she thought. He wore a simple white dress shirt tucked into black dress pants that fit his clearly nice legs. Square pointy dress shoes so shiny Montey thought she could see her reflection in them. There was a subtle tattoo peaking out above the collar of his shirt, Montey couldn't make it out, but it added a touch of dangerous to the mans aura. Shivers went down Montey's back, this man was something you saw on a drama tv show. What she didn't expect above all was this mans accent. Italian, how ironic.

"No i enjoy flights actually." Montey says nervously and the Man smiles and his teeth were perfect and pearly white.

"Well don't mind me then if i look unpleasant, flights and I don't get along." the man says and then offers his hand out to Montey to shake. "I am Markus, nice to meet you." he says and Montey took his hand and shook it. Surprisingly his hands weren't soft as Montey imagined. Instead they were quiet rough, dry. He must have been a hard worker Montey figured. But what they lacked in softness they made up for in largeness, Montey's hand felt engulfed in his.

"Nice to meet, I am Montey." Montey says taking her hand back and nervously putting it back in her lap.

"Fantastic name, Montey." Markus repeated, the way it sounded on Italian tongue was nice to the ear Montey thought. She was going to enjoy hearing people saying her name in Italy. she stared at Markus for a moment, studying his expression, he seem pleased with himself, but he also looked like he knew something she didn't know. "So you have affairs in New York do you? Maybe taking a Holiday?" Markus asks interrupting Montey's stares.

"Uhm, not New York really, its where I get to my next plane for a trip to Europe." Montey explains and Markus nods listening intently. He seemed very interested which was catching Montey off guard since this was just small talk. But the mention of Europe erupted a smile from Markus.

"Ahh I see, traveling across the pond, where to?" he asks leaning over the arm rest of the empty seat getting closer to Montey. Montey tried her best to relax, but socially she wasn't as witty as she was in other things.

"Oh, Italy. Rome." Montey replies and like it was suddenly Christmas morning Markus's face lit up with excitement and he reached over and gave a playful and gentle nudge to Montey;s elbow.

"No way! Figo! la mia madrepatria!" he says loudly and laughs at his own words. Montey didn't really know a lot of Italian yet, she was still learning the basics so she was confused at this words, but she recognized it was indeed Italian. "Oh I am sorry forgive me, i was saying that is my homeland! Well then it seems we are on the same path amica mia." he says and leans back in his seat now suddenly comfortable, and as it got silent for the moment both Markus and Montey felt a jolt, the plane was backing up an away from the airport. Montey looked outside and watched as the airport started to get smaller and then the airplane started to accelerate fast and abrupt, getting ready to lift from the pavement. Markus was quiet as the plane pulled upward making all their heads feels the intense force for a moment before that released and gave them the feeling of floating. Kind of like being in an elevator.

"So what is taking you to Roma?" Markus asks looking at Montey again, he had finally swallowed down his fear enough to speak.

"School, and a job." Montey puts simply and Markus nods sternly.

"I see, I see. That is fantastic. You're going to enjoy Italy amica mia. My sister too goes to school in Roma. Maybe you two could meet, you will certainly need some friends, no?" he asks and i laugh a little, his personality was so pushy, but it wasn't like he knew he was being that way. He was the type of man Montey could tell usually got what he wanted because it was so forward and had such a presence.

"That would be fair yes, friends are good." Montey says trying to figure out how to say sure with out seeing rude. Montey didn't really care to make friends. Montey only ever had one friend her whole life. But maybe it wouldn't be bad to have someone show them around Rome.

"Her name is Vyles. See look here." Markus says and pulls out his phone and places it near Montey showing a photograph of him standing next to a girl, "She is my pride and joy,  raised her myself." Markus says and Montey could see the sincerity in his eyes, he cared for his sister. Montey took a look at the girl in the photo. Montey thought she was gorgeous. Good looks Must run in the family, Montey thought. She was probably Montey's height, maybe a bit taller, short hair buzzed on the sides, the fringe on top swayed to the left. It was edgy and very stylish. It was brown in the photo just like Markus's. Her eyes were large and hazel, beautiful subtle features, not as dramatic as Markus's, but they had similar lovely cheekbones. Although her nose was very different from Markus's. Markus had a sharp nose and this girl has a perfect round nose. The girl was slender and was wearing a jacket and black jeans with some normal shoes. Several rings around both fingers, and a couple necklaces. Over all this person was unique, and beautiful. They seemed unhappy in the photograph however.

"Vyles, what a cool name." Montey thought in her head, the name gave her the shivers though, like it was a forbidden name to the tongue. Markus took back his phone.

"I will have her meet you in Rome." he says and the conversation ended there.

Montey wasn't sure what that meant but she didn't over think it. She laid her head back, It was going to be a long flight to New York. A few hours. Nothing compared to her flight to Italy from New York. So she thought best to get the rest now while she could. She looked one more time at Markus who was trying to focus on his own woes. Montey closed her eyes and had a dream about a person she hasn't even met yet, Vyles.