I like plane rides. Normally.
I like being so high up. Normally.
But when you are watching the only country you have ever known disappear in your plane window, next to a stranger who is asking too many questions, a part of me was breaking.
The lump in my throat was growing, willing me to just break down and cry. The sadness was pulling me under, dragging me, twisting and turning, and tears pricked my eyes.
Thoughts drifted around my head that weren't helping anything. Was this a mistake? Who needs work experience anyway? God, what the hell is wrong with me.
"So what do you do?" asked the man beside me. He was around the same age as me, pale, with jet black hair, and wide blue eyes. Handsome almost. Stubble was nearly visible on his chin, like he hadn't shaved in a few days. He was wearing a bright red shirt, making his pale complexion look even paler.
" I'm an artist, but I'm doing work experience in a gallery in London" I answered, trying to be vague, but not like I was avoiding the question. He might be weird and nosey, but I wasn't going to be rude.
"What do you do?" I asked the stranger, in as polite tone I could muster without making my voice shake with the lump in my throat. "Ughhh......" was I being rude? Crap. Now I have to spend the next 8 hours on a plane next to someone who thinks I'm rude.... " I make videos on the internet" .....I'm sitting next to a porn star. "YouTube" okay never mind.
"Sorry, how rude of me, my name is Phil" the stranger said. Phil. It fit him so perfectly. "Emma" I replied. "You look nervous, have you flown before?" Phil asked " only in small planes, never to a different country that I have never been to before" I replied. The lump in my throat was getting smaller. "You've never been to England?" Phil said with a surprised look on his face. " I haven't, and Im kinda fucked" I said, regretting swearing in front of a stranger the second the word left my mouth. "How come?" He said " I honestly don't know how to cook, and I don't have any idea of where the heck my apartment is"
It was true. I have no idea where my apartment is, apart from the fact that it's in London.
"I could help you, do you know your address?". He's asking for my address what do i do...fuck it. I don't where I am going, he could actually help me.
Reluctantly I opened my notes app on my phone with my address on the screen and handed it to him. His eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "That's the apartment right across from us!" Crap. "Really?!? Wow what a coincidence "I can show you where it is if you want, unless you would rather not ride in an Uber with a stranger"
crap.
It's rude if I say no. "That would be really helpful, thanks!"
I'm going to murdered by an adorable British guy.
