Connors P.O.V.
I cant stop looking at her and smiling. She’s so beautiful. Her hair, smile, voice, eyes… and DAMN her body. She’s so nice and seems sweet and innocent. She’s perfect. We’re only on this plane for about another hour. I don’t want this to be the last time we talk or the last time I see her. But I wonder if she knows who I am..
Your P.O.V.
Connor: So *yn* How old are you?
You: I’m 17. You?
I ask him, pretending as if I don’t know. Don’t want him to think I’m a stalker.
Connor: I’m 21!
You: Ah that’s cool!
Connor: So um do you know where you’ll be staying?
You: Nope. I have no idea but my parents have it all planned out haha.
Connor: Well, here’s my number. Text me later if you want.
He hands me a piece of paper with him number on it and he’s smiling. I can’t believe it… this is amazing.
You: Thanks
I smile back at him. We talk the rest of the plane ride. Get to know each other more and better. When the plane lands we both go our separate ways.
