My Perfect 10 Hours

Chapter One - The White Hoodie

"Thank you kuya ha? Ma-miss talaga kita." I said as I hugged Kieth, my one and only older brother. Kieth smiled at me and pulled me into his arms. He hugged me really tight and knowing Kieth, you will rarely see him cry, only when he's extremely hurt or extremely sad.
"Ma-miss din kita bunso, pakabait ka ha? I'm excited for you, galingan mo!" Kieth said as he handed me my luggages.

I headed to the door and showed my ticket to the guard. I went inside and placed my luggages up to the luggage scanner. I went pass through the scanner and grabbed my luggages down to the floor. I pulled a luggage cart to help me bring my luggages. Then headed over to search for my flight.
"It's at A 1-29," I said, so I walked going to that section. "It's Air France." I whispered.
I headed to one of the service counters and had my luggages checked-in. After checking in, she asked me to weigh my carry-on and stick a sticker on the handle. Then I went to the Travel Tax section to pay and went back to the service counter to show the receipt. As I showed her my receipt, she handed me my boarding pass. The flight attendant was giving me instructions about my seat number and where the gate of my flight is. It's at gate 110, and my seat's 10C.
I walked going to the immigration just with my backpack. I went through the immigration and searched for gate 110.

It took almost 30 minutes before our boarding than the time we are supposed to board. I was lining up and was waiting for my turn to get in. Then I saw a guy wearing a white hoodie. It's a really nice hoodie, I wonder where he got it. I thought.
"Miss? Miss!" a man wearing a white polo called me out. I snapped and looked at him. "Sorry?" I pardoned. "May I know what your zone is?" the man asked slowly. My face has the expression of asking him what.
"May I just see your boarding pass, please?" I showed him my boarding pass and then he pointed me what zone he was talking about. There's a zone that's in my boarding pass. It's beside the seat number.
"You're in zone F, please stay at the side first." the man wearing white polo said. I was wondering why but I didn't bother asking anymore. I stayed at the side as I wait for other people to get in. Then someone called out, "Zone D and E, please line up."
Then I just got why he was asking for what my zone is.
I was supposed to sit down when I saw an old lady staring at me, so I just gave her the seat as I stand beside her. I wanted to sit because my feet feels awful already, but I just stood there and waited for the call for me to line up.
I was looking around when I saw an empty seat then I saw one on the other side. It was beside the guy wearing the white hoodie. I was supposed to go there and sit when a guy called out.

"All zones now please line up."
I joined the line and waited for my turn to get pass.

When I got into the plane, I immediately looked for my seat and it was just on the third row on the right side. I was on the aisle side of the seats. I placed my backpack on the floor and went to my seat. I wanted to stay on the window seat but it was the seat that was given to me. After a few people that passed, a lady came and tried to pass for the seat beside me but it was too hard, so I stood up and let her pass. Then later on, "excuse me" a guy asked. I looked at him and it's the guy that's wearing the white hoodie. I didn't see much of his face. I don't know but his hoodie gets all my attention.