Five Hundred Miles

0.9: New York, new life.

Chapter 0.9: New York, new life. [UNEDITED]

[Keep playing our favourite song,
cause sometimes I sing it so loud,
I'm praying that you might hear,
And sing along.--High Tide, Cara Dillion]

-2014, New York, USA-

Miss Collins told me that Mr.Kirkus will pick me up at the New York Airport after my landing. I am looking forward to meeting this old man, since I miss him and his wife so very much. Lucky me that they live in New York, at least I have somebody to look me out.

I find my seat according to my boarding pass and land myself down before shifting into a more comfortable position. I place my suitcase between my legs.

I'm pretty glad that I got the seat next to the window. I can't wait to see how flying is like!

I feel the seat beside me dip as a man in suit sits down. He shucks off his dark coat, loosening his plain tie, and leans his head against the seat, letting out a long breath.

I can't help but stare and his blonde curls. His face is chiseled perfectly with a firm jaw and shaped cheekbones, and judging by the way his legs fold uncomfortably, he must be very tall.

That's when he averts his gaze and looks at my direction. All I can do is stare at his eyes. Those eyes are hazel, but they are beautiful. I remember Victoria having hazel eyes, but the man has better. They are brighter and carry more confidence.

“Um, excuse me?" The man says.

I jerk back into consciousness, suddenly feeling embarrassed and sorry for staring.

“I'm sorry." I mutter, turning away to the window again before he sees me blush.

“No, no." The man chuckles deeply. “I'm just informing you that you have to keep your seat upright when the plane is taking off."

“Oh?" The word escapes from my lips. The man flashes me a huge smile when he kindly helps me with my seat.

I thank him shyly.

“You're welcome." He answers. When we are both comfortable, the air stewardesses announces the take off and demonstrates the safety procedures. 

The plane suddenly accelerates, pulling me stuck in my seat. I grasp whatever around me, breathing really, really hard. My eyes fly to the window, watching how fast the plane moves.

Unfortunately my eyes squeeze shut when the plane takes off, and my grip on whatever tightens. Shit. I think I wanna puke right now.

“Breathe, slowly." I turn to see the man beside me motioning me to take deep breaths. Then that's when I notice what I'm grabbing. His expensive looking coat.

I let go immediately.

“Breathe." He repeats calmly. I try to force myself on his words, and it really does work! Now that the plane is stable, I rest my head, sighing loudly.

“Thank you, and sorry." I tell him.

“No problem."

Just then an air stewardess approaches us—him with a flirtatious smile. My eyes search for the name on her tag. Stacy.

Typical name she has.

“If there's anything you want, sir, I'll be here." Stacy battles her eye lashes at the man.

“I'll keep that in mind." He coughs, looking at Stacy through eye lids.

Stacy moves in a bit closer, making my breath hitch. She practically nudges her boobs at the man, who shuts his eyes tight and refrains himself from getting anymore closer.