Tom's Sky (¡A Tom Hiddleston fanfiction !)

#38

Before I could get comfortable, someone interrupted my thoughts.

"Excuse me, Lady? I'm afraid you're in my seat" A woman said, standing next to me.

"What? But my ticket says this is my place!" I said, nervously.

I took my ticket and read the numbers, as the woman did the same with hers.

"See? It says 20A..." I said and the woman smiled at my innocence... and 'dumbness'.

"My dear, your seat is 20A... from first class" she said, calmly.

"What? No! Oh God, I can't believe i bought it wrong!" I gasped.

I wanted to laugh at myself, but I was so embarrassed, that my brain decided that blushing was the best idea.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am, I'm off my seat, immediately" I apologised and headed to the front section of the plane.

With my heart beating fast and my cheeks blushed, I walked through the passengers.

"So stupid!" I hissed to myself.

"How could I not see which seats i had?" I kept asking to myself. "Good Morning, Sir" I greeted the man, sitting where I was supposed to be sitting.

"Good morning, is this your spot?" The man asked, when I glanced at my ticket.

"I'm afraid so" I responded.

"The window's actually my spot, but i really don't like being at the window, would you like to switch places?" The man asked, kindly.

I smiled politely and nodded.

It was an old man and I couldn't be rude with him.

"There's no problem, Sir, the window's actually my favourite place"

I hated to sit next to the window.

I moved to the window and sighed a few times, before I could look out the window.

"This is it, I'm ready..." I whispered. "Ok No... i don't know why am I doing this" I wondered.

I want to get out.

"I'm visiting my daughter, in New York, you know..." the old man started to say.

I really didn't believe i was a bad person, but right, i just wanted to avoid talking.

I was so awkward and shy that I didn't want to talk with strangers.

It gave me anxiety, whenever Someone new talked to me and I didn't know how to start a conversation.

"That's... good!" I stuttered and kept looking for my phone and a book to read during the flight.

"I can see her in you eyes..." the man said and I looked at him, surprised.

"She's a warrior, a dreamer, she's brave and she has the same sparkling and dreamy eyes just as yours" he said.

"That's so sweet, thank you" I answered, timidly.

I checked my phone and there was nothing new about Evy and the others.

It was starting to get quite weird to me.

I tried calling Evy once more, before the flight.

Ring...

Ring...

Ring...

Nothing.

"Oh my God, Evy... just pick... up... the phone!" I hissed.