UltraViolet

Chapter 1

"Flight BA223 from Nashville international, please proceed to baggage carousel number 8."

Suddenly the crowd of zoned out, sleep deprived travellers that had been waiting along side me, started shuffling over to the direction where I assumed carousel 8 was. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I picked my backpack up off the floor and followed the hoard of zombies.

I eyed my fellow flight passengers as they fought their way as close to the carousel as possible, in the hopes of escaping with their luggage first. Although I was buzzing with excitement to be home, I was also surviving off only a few hours of sleep and didn't feel like spending the next half an hour being elbowed in the ribs.

Instead with a sigh, I found a row of empty seats and parked my ass down. I glanced down at my phone, about to change over the song that I was listening to when a cute guy walking over caught my attention. Messy dirty blonde hair and grey eyes, offset by his golden summer tan. The smattering of blonde stubble on his jaw line hinted that he was older than me but the university hoody confirmed only by a few years. We made eye contact and a sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Ok, he wasn't cute, he was hot and he was making a beeline for me.

'Is this seat taken?' He spoke with a deep voice and what I was sure was a hint of amusement. I guess he caught me checking him out.

There were two free seats between me and the next person. I guess I shouldn't take the fact that he'd chosen to sit next to me over the elderly man as too much of a compliment.

'Nope, it's all yours.'

His smile grew wider, well that was until a voice called out to him.

'Dude, it's our lucky day!' His friend called. They were one of the fortunate ones to get their luggage out first but the expression on blondies face showed he didn't share the same enthusiasm.

'Great.' He mumbled. 'Thanks anyway.' Giving me another heart stopping smile he sighed and walked over to his friend.

They spoke briefly before the friend non subtly turned and glanced at me. I raised an eyebrow and smirked making his cheeks go red at realising he was caught. Huh, he was cute too.

Damn universe, really?!

The old me, the girl that left on a plane 6 weeks ago never would've flirted with a cute guy, she wouldn't even realise he found her attractive. To be honest he probably wouldn't have found me attractive 6 weeks ago but it still made me smile.

The crowd around the baggage reclaim was a lot smaller now so I decided to try my luck at finding my bag. Thankfully after only a few minutes of waiting my bag rounded the corner. I guess it really did pay off waiting a while.

I was a strong girl, especially after all the exercise i'd gotten from spending pretty much the whole summer outside, but even I let out a whoosh of air when I picked up my bag. Jesus, what the hell did I have in here?

'You ok with that?' A middle aged man beside me chuckled and pointed to my bag. I was a young female on my own, he was being polite, probably motivated by the woman next to him who was smiling at me.

'Yes, thank you. Just forgot how much stuff I managed to pack in there.'

The couple laughed before waving as they rolled their suitcases away.

Following their lead I headed for the arrivals doors. I was glad I had waited for most of my flight to go first, I had managed to time it so I was leaving in that small time period between mine and another flight, meaning I was able to stroll through the doors without someone practically in my asshole.