Fate And Faith( On Hold) DON'T READ

4. Boring Ride ( not at all )

Picture of Ethan above^

I was a loner as a child
I had an imaginary friend
I didn't bother with him
~George Carlin

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Boarding passengers from gate no.2 please assemble now.
Flight 007A124 New York City to Mauritius will be taking off shortly.
*again, ignore the weird timings with no stops* sorry!😅
That's my cue. Finally. I have been waiting in the airport for about an hour after the baggage deposit and checking procedures. Apparently, the plane was delayed for 45minutes due to cloudy weather.
I walk towards the boarding line where a long queue has already started to form. I push past several people and scurry towards the line.
I stand behind a big woman and by big I mean pregnant woman. She already was carrying a baby in a cot.

Well......

"Your boarding pass please Miss..." The man in the creepy black coat asks.

I hand him my pass shoot him a fleeting look and hastily walk towards the entrance after collecting it back from him. I somehow find men in black creepy. Call it a psychological thing.

I walk towards the entrance of the plane, excitement radiating off me like I was the mini version of a sun. The beautiful air hostess gives me a wide smile after rechecking my boarding pass and allows me to walk forward. I have got to be honest, I'm riding a plane after a very long time. Last was when I flew to India with my mom. I somehow find my seat 16A. Goody! I get a window seat. I reach my seat and see a boy I am guessing around my age sitting by the aisle. He gives me half a smile and I blush immediately. He was really cute and as a matter of fact, I always blush while talking to a boy except Jordan. As I have nothing to put away on the top cabinet of our seat, I look at him mentally hoping that he would understand what I'm thinking and give me space to scoot in my seat.

Well, obviously he looks back at me with a curious smile. When he sees that I don't say anything to him and continue to look at him in deep concentration, he asks, " Um...do you have a window seat?"

I stare at him for a few seconds before processing he actually asked me what I was hoping to hear.

"Y-y-yes!!" I manage to answer.

Dammit!!!!! Why am I like this!!!??? Godddddddd!!!!!!

He gives me space choosing to ignore my blabbering. Thank god. I move in and sit quietly not daring to look at him again.
I sit there for quite some time when a hostess comes and informs us that passenger 16B would not be able to travel due to personal reasons.

Great! I'm stuck alone with this cute boy who probably already finds me weird.
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Not that I'm complaining.

There was a moment silence when he asked me

"What's your name?"

I swivelled my head towards him with a jerk.
He was talking to me ?!! Holy! No boy has ever done that.

"Cassandra."

Cassandra? Just Cassandra?? I could have gone " hi! I'm Cassandra"
Or " hey! My names Cassandra! What's yours? "
Nope.
I had to go with " Cassandra "

"Whattts y-yours?" Dammit!

He smiles at me amused apparently and answered "I'm Ethan" In a much more friendly tone than me.

I smile awkwardly and look away.

"So......" I can see that he is trying to build up a conversation but failing miserably.