Dwindle

I keep Dancing on my own

The feeling of boredom overtakes my completely sober mind as I relax back into the black leather chair slightly covered in dust and god knows what else as I the sounds of the airport drown out as I concentrate on my emails about job prospects. As I read about a job opening 500 miles from my home, someone gently clears their throat and taps my shoulder. I roll my eyes and look up into frosty blue eyes with swirls of green staring down at me annoyingly. I sit back up and straighten out my white and black pinstripe maxi dress.
"Yes? Can I help you sir? " I say as I break the weird eye contact as turn my gaze down to my black scuffed Doc Martins. "Sorry to bother you Miss Vantella, They called your flight and boarding number several times, then The flight attendant called your name. You're boarding now or you best go home."
The 5'9 Irish man with  messed up dusty silver hair, blue eyes like icicles of annoyance, with his blue collared shirt untucked, black untied bow tie hanging down barely from it and jean dress jacket unbuttoned with beige kakis with plaid patches on his knees pants rolled up with to the ankle and matching plaid socks, black and white checkered Doc Martins high top boots. I stand back up and grab my red Osprey back pack and sling it over my shoulders, as I my hands scramble for my boarding pass while my feet stumble to the gate. As I wait in the line of the 1st class flyers, I retie my black hoodie around my almost non existent waist. I slide my white ear buds around the tip of my ears and into my ears and start playing my flying playlist on Spotify. I pull my bright blue curly hair into a bun avoiding my newly sized up size 00 gauges. After a couple tangling mistakes, I give up pulling my waist length hair into a French braid

The plain and petite, blonde curly haired ,hazel eyes dusted gold flakes that compliments uniform. Her red and blue wings pendent that is crooked as if throw on at the last minute. She smiles quickly and says hello as I hand her my boarding pass as she stamps it and slides it into back into my chipped blue manicured hands. Then I keep shuffling pass her and into the airlock as my mind tumbles into thoughts of the man who tapped me on the shoulder. How does he get his eyes so blue? Why was he so annoyed with me? Why dye your hair gray?

I hear him clear his throat and I jump not realizing he was behind me. He leans in closer to me so I can smell his old spice wintergreen body wash and pulls one of my earbuds out. "If you want to whisper about me to yourself all you have to do is ask me ma'am. I'd gladly tell you whatever you want to know." He whispers as into my ear smirking, then steps back a couple steps. I roll my eyes and bite my tongue for a few seconds as he chuckles. I turn on my heel and stare up into his blue eyes that are full of flirtation and spark, "if you'd mind your own business and keep your proper distance from strangers, then maybe I wouldn't be whispering about you" I say quickly and sternly as I blush deeply trying not to act flustered.  His lips pull into a tight smile his eyes entrancing me once more. He chuckles once more, "The line is moving again but if you want to stare at me, I'm sure I can charm the attendant into getting our seats next to each other until the next connection." He says as his voice is full of sarcasm. By the time he finishes talking my face is as red as stop sign, I bite my lip and turn quickly around. I stare at my shoes again as I step from the airlock into the plane.

After staring at the curvy and young flight attendant as she flirts with someone who probably could be considered to be on the most successful people under 20, for the last 10 minutes. We hit turbulence and he spills his 80 dollar glass of champagne on her white blouse( it probably wasn't such an accident), she goes and throws on a button up cardigan and realizes I've been burning holes into the back of her ribbon like black curls.
"How may I help you hunny?" She says with her voice thick with a Tennessee accent. She pulls out a pen and a tiny blue notebook. "I'd like a vodka soda on the rocks with a splash of cranberry, if you don't mind. " I ask politely as I cross my fingers she doesn't ask for an ID because that means I'd have to practically dump the contents of my organized back pack. She gives me a quick look over as if to guess my age when someone behind me catches her eye.  Just as if someone told her it was okay she turns around and darts to the front of the plane. That's when I hear it, his chuckle behind me, as if I was in a pot, I started to melt into my seat in embarrassment and delight if it's possible.
"Charming the attendant was harder then I thought but a straight country raised man didn't stand too Much of an obstacle." he said smirking as some of the vowels roll off of his tongue carrying his thick accent. He puts his bag in the overhead compartment. Then squeezes between the seat and my legs, before I realize I accidentally place my hand on his leg while he shuffles one leg over mine. He leans down to my face and chuckles. I can smell the scotch he had probably downed while waiting for boarding. I stare at his pink soft lips then into his blue warm pools of his eyes. "If you want to kiss me miss don't hesitate, I love kissing strangers. " he whispers softly as his lips are almost close enough to graze mine. The female stewardess clears her throat in somewhat jealously, I catch him off guard and shove him into the seat next to me and grab my cold drink and chug it before anyone can say anything I give my ear buds back into my ears.
I open my eyes wide as I grip his hand tightly as the plane jerks into the air and my head feels groggy. I wave down the stewardess and order coffee, with baileys of course. As she walks away I rub my temples with my left hand and sit up
In my chair. I laugh as I look at the stranger next to me, his blue eyes sleepy and red rimmed.  his silver hair flat and his hand still clasped in mine. "Can I have my hand back? I kind of need it." I say with the least amount of attitude as possible.
"To what fix your makeup? You can have it back as long as you're done drinking. That coffee is mine." He say softly as if to hurt my feelings. He stares down at my hand as he starts to rub circles with his thumb. "I don't want to have to carry you to the bathroom and hold your hair just because your barely legal ass can't hold your liquor." He says this time more serious as he lets go of my hand slightly and runs his other hand through his flat hair messing it back into the style it was earlier. "Fine you can have my coffee old man." I smirk as I stretch my hands above my head. He chuckles softly and bites his lip slightly. "You're lucky we are visible to other people or you'd be paying for that quick jab. I'm Luke. Luke Mcgreen. And you're first name miss?"  He smirks, as if the idea of him kissing me or my hand had crossed his mind. "Liza for short my full name is a mouth full.  Elizabeth Lilian Rose Vantella."  I roll my eyes as I answer shortly. I feel his soft lips graze my hand as I blush spreads through my body. "Well nice to meet you Liza." He says softly grazing his lip every syllable. I can't help but just to stare at his lips every second off that sentence. The stewardess comes back with my fairly lukewarm coffee and I had it to him careful not to brush fingertips or make eye contact as I pull out my pillow and curl into the armrest trying to sleep more.
I awake up again to the smell of old spice which at first was nice until I felt the rumbles of his chuckles when I sit straight up and blush intensely. I cough softly and nervously as I move my head quickly off my chest.
"I told the stewardess to stop staring at my fiancé like that. That you cut girls who give you looks. And luckily one of your tattoos were showing and that was enough to convince her. She moved back to the rich man child." He say softly into my ear as if she could hear.