The Pink Sky

One.

Seph had always loved planes.

She could never quite put her finger on what about them enticed her so much, but whenever she was flying she felt at peace.

Even on the budget trip she and Ar had scraped the money together for, the sound of screaming babies and disgruntled passengers sounded euphoric to her.

Ar and the boys had always thought her strange because 'no one likes flying, Seph,' and 'it's all so uncomfortable on planes, Seph,' but she didn't care.

Seph loved every bit of it, the tiny food at massive prices, the uncomfortable lack of leg room, all of it.

She sat revelling in the ringing in her ears whilst they were still adjusting to the pressure change, when Ar announced she was going to the loo.

"Great," she replied with a fake smile, "don't get sucked into the waste tank."

Ar mimed a dreadfully ugly laugh before returning to an unimpressed expression and walking away with her curls almost hiding the middle finger she had in the air.

Seph raised an eyebrow and shook her head before a low chuckle caught her attention.

Her shifted her gaze to row of seats directly beside her own and found the source of the noise.

She stared frustratedly at the man, taking in his overall unusual, yet familiar, appearance.

He was odd, she reckoned maybe she'd seen him on the tube once or twice.

Broad shouldered, Incredibly pale, almost blue even, with a navy tinge to his curly black hair and a light grey streak down the front of the curtain that hung over his eye.

Very odd.

"Apologies," he said in a gravelly American voice, "she just seems..."

"Irritating and overbearing?" Seph jumped in before him.

"I was going to say 'like a handful', but you're description is good too." He laughed in the same melodic way as before and a pleasant smile made its way onto Seph's face.

"Des," the strange man stuck his hand across the aisle for her to shake, "Des Hay."

Seph moved along until she was sitting in the aisle seat and took his hand.

"Seph Pierce." She smiled and Des furrowed his eyebrows.

"Seph?" He questioned her with a smile.

"Yes," Seph chuckled, "well, Steph, but my friend, uh, she couldn't say her 't's so instead of Steph, I'm Seph."

Des' mouth formed an 'o' shape and he smiled.

"Ok, Seph," he grinned, "why were you in Greece?"

"Last minute and there was nowhere else we'd rather have gone," she confessed, "Ar and I have been coming here for as long as I can remember, I suppose we're just-"

"Drawn to it?" Des finished for her.

"Yeah," Seph looked at him in wonder, "exactly, are you speaking from experience?"

"I suppose so," Des ran a hand through his almost navy hair, "I never do anything very interesting while I'm here, but I always seem to come back, no matter what."

"It's like it's home." They both said in unison before bursting into laughter.

"Why are you flying back to London?" Seph questioned him, noting his accent.