When I woke up on the plane I felt the warm streaks of the 5:00 AM sunlight kiss my face through the window. I felt a little cramped in my hips, as I would, every time flying coach. "Cheese, or chicken teriyaki?" the flight attendant asked politely, holding out two sandwiches for the two of us to choose from. I went with cheese, and he, instead, went with a small scotch. "Feeling brave?" I said, in a slightly wispy tone due to the uncomfortable awakening in my domain. He smirked and downed the entire glass, followed by a brief tucking of the lips, and then scratched his scruff. The sunlight beamed through his dirty blonde hair, giving it a warm, vibrant glow as he rested his head back in his seat, and fell asleep. A random thought occurred, of me pulling his face towards me, and resting his lips on mine. Feeling the slight prick of his beard pressing against me, and my knees started to tremble. God, the thought of it felt so good, I almost had a panic attack. Calm down, breathe you hardly know him.
End of part 1
