Okay, that was a while ago, but I'll do my best. Um, it was a sunny afternoon? I think. I was demoing the safety presentation that day. I had done it so many times that my brain was on autopilot when I did it so, to pass the time, I liked to look at all the people while I clicked a belt open and shut. The first person I noticed that day I assume was a businessman. He was slim, but muscular, with gelled back black hair and a complexion a few shades lighter than olive. I think I gave him my number when I passed out drinks. I'm pretty sure he ended up being married.
There was a disheveled dad bouncing a toddler on his knee while the mom looked like she just chugged half a dozen margaritas. The dad looked checked out. The mom looked zoned. Those are two very different looks, mind you. The toddler, on the other hand, didn't care. That tiny human probably just thought clouds look cool. Man, I miss being a kid. Now I have responsibilities, bills, interviews. It's a nightmare.
I remember there was this mother and son chatting on the plane in Italian. That's not something I heard often on that route. They looked really happy. The son's bangs were kinda messed up, but the mother was really pretty. If models weren't just sticks in dresses, I would have sworn she was one. The son looked like how my twelve-year-old nephew would dress. Why do you ask?
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FanfictionAct one of The Evil Within 2 ends with Chapter 13, a giant boss battle between Sebastian Castellanos and Stefano Valentini, ultimately ending with the death of the sadistic photographer. Via interviews with hapless and confused strangers, journal en...
