Love at First Flight

Chapter 4: Here I go

I made my way through my town heading to the airport.

11:50 am

"I need to hurry up. I'm going to be late. I still have to check in." I said to myself as I quickly park and start running towards the building.

I quickly checked myself in and starting running towards my area. "Los Angeles, California Boarding in 3 minutes. Last call for Los Angeles, California." I hear the speaker say.

I started running even faster than before when BOOM I hit something and fall to the ground. "I am so sorry!!" I hear someone say picking themselves up. I touch my head and look up to see a young guy about my age in a green sweatshirt.

"Are you okay? I am so sorry! I was running late and tripped." He said. Extending his hand  he pulled me up.

"It's alright, I was in a rush as well. Thank you" I said as he helped me pick my stuff up.

"Well I really have to go I'm running late and I have to make a quick stop. I'll see you around..maybe?" He said turning his head around as he jogged off

I wave goodbye as he walks off , when the speaker goes off " LAST CALL FOR LA, CALIFORNIA" I ran.

I finally make it on the plane and got everything settled. Nobody was sitting next to me which was a relief so I had more room. We were ready to take off when all of a sudden they stopped because someone was late and just arrived.

Everyone was complaining because we were already behind schedule and this was just another inconvenience. I hear a guy talking to the flight attendant asking about his seat because his was taken. His voice sounded familiar but I couldn't make out who it was. I got up to get my laptop from my suitcase when my phone fell out of my pocket. I was prepared to hear it crack when...

"We have to stop meeting like this" the guy said as he handed me my phone.

I look and see the same guy that I bumped into. "Ah yes, always dropping and bumping into eachother" I smiled as I grab my phone from his hand. "Thank you.. for catching my phone....?" I said waiting for a name.

"Aaron, Aaron Andrews ma'am" he says as he extends his hand.
"MA'AM!! I didn't think I looked that old. What am I ? 50!" I say with a big smile shaking his hand.
"No no you don't look ol-, it just I thought it was res- um I am afraid I won't be winning this argument, so therefore I am obligated to change the subject." He says smiling. "What is your name miss?"
I laugh "Blake Prescott...Sir" I smile with a grin.

"Please be seated at this time" the speaker came on.

I smile at him and say "where are you sitting? I overheard your seat was taken"
"I might have to get off I don't have a seat" he says
"I have an extra seat here if you'd like to sit with me, although it might cost you" I say with a smirk
"Sitting with you? Oh man I'm doomed!" He says
I smile and move my bag over to let him sit
He quickly puts his bag away In the storage head above us and sat next to me.