One Promise.

Chapter 3: One Promise

I wake up and realise John is still sleeping away. His cute, sweet face shines to me and his beautiful smell enlightens me. He's so handsome isn't he? I ask myself. I caress my hand gently, across he's cheek. How long have we been sleeping for? Probably around 2 hours or so. I reply to my own question. God, he must of been tired! I'll let him sleep a little while longer and then wake him up.

I start to get a little hungry. My belly begins to roar loudly. With hunger and still rather tired, I let out a small, but exhausted yawn. And just my luck, the flight attendants is already distributing the food. "Hello, dear." The young flight attendant who sounds French, with bright red lipstick on and very perfect make up, with her hair neatly tied back with a few curls, addresses me. "Hello." I respond. "Would you like a sandwich? Cheese and tomato or lettuce, sweet corn and tuna?" She adds. "Hmm. I'll have a cheese and tomato, please."

"Yes, that's fine. Here you go." She kindly passes me my sandwich and then adds "Drink?" "I'll just have a cup of water please." She smiles and hands me my drink and some accompanied jelly. "And what about your sleepy partner?" She says with a smile playing through her lips, and I'm amazed at how beautifully white her teeth are. But even more amazed at the fact she just called him my parter? "Oh, he's not my partner." I say with traces of mixed emotions; a sense of disappointment flushes through my body and I continue to allow words to flow through my mouth and abolish these crazy, absurd thoughts. "But hmm.. he will have the same too please." I say looking at my nails with slightly pink cheeks. She prepares the glass of water and grabs the sandwich, with experience and gives me a look (still concentrated on her water pouring task) almost as if she's saying 'yeah right, he's not your partner!', with this one sharp look.

"Here you go, enjoy." She says sweetly.

"Thank you." I reply as she starts to carefully roll her trolley down to the end of the plane. As I place my sandwich on the tray provided by the plane on the back of seats, I hear Johns voice. "You were gonna eat without me." He says playfully, with giggles and throws a yawn. "Ahh. That was a very good nap, Christ I'm starving!" He says as he adjusts himself. Even after waking up, he is still a beauty. He's brown hair is flicked back, perfect, just like it was before and the soft colour upon hi's lips are still a beautiful pink. He's tanned glowing skin, still perfect. No sleeping marks at all. How beautiful and sexually attractive can a man get? I think to myself before speaking.

"Yes, it was indeed. You must of been quite tired." I say whilst taking a bite of my sandwich and immediately curing my hunger. "That looks tempting." He says digging his beautiful light brown eyes Into my sandwich. "It's delicious. Here, try some." I gently place my sandwich by his lips and he takes a small, delicate and sophisticated bite.

"Hmm." He murmurs. " It really is promising and delicious."He says eating away. "I chose the same one for you. Kind of seemed like the sandwich you'd go for." I hand over his sandwich and continue to kill my hunger.

"Oh, thank you. It actually happens to be one of my favorite ones. But of course the classic BLT is yet unbeatable." He says whilst digging into his sandwich, sounding confident. "Oh is that so? Actually, unbeatable is the brilliant egg and salad" I say, and continue to eat my sandwich. " You wish." He says and like me, takes a second bite to his sandwich.

As we've finished eating we begin to

chat. "I'm still quite hungry." I say holding my aggressively hungry, roaring stomach. "What? You've just had a whole sandwich woman." He says taking a sip of his water. " Yes, exactly a sandwich. That is not enough to cover over my rebellious hunger." I say foolishly with a smile upon my lips with desire to caress my lips gently and smoothly against hi's. To combine human features such as those who are meant to be combined. God! Why is he such a beauty. I harshly pin this thought up in my head.