Vacation Stay // Jack White

Chapter 1: Let's Shake Hands

Nashville...Never been there before.

Megan was sitting down on a rear seat by the window with the seatbelt being placed over slightly below her abdomen.

She let out a groan, not looking forward to the airplane ride that was happening too soon. Maybe it was because of the seatbelt, her lack of experiences in plane rides or both. Either way, she could not wait for the ride to end. A futile waste of time to wish for the impossible.

She had known that time is not a 'people pleaser'. When in the moment of enjoyment, time feels like a story being suddenly cut short that leaves people to crave more. Whereas in the moments of misery, time feels like one hell of a continuous time loop setting towards to drowning in torture. And then again, she also knew that its human nature to secretly desire for something they cannot have their hands on.

After all, that's how life works.

All but one thing is certain, she was feeling an uncomfortable sensation spreading throughout her body like a plague. A mysterious one, with no definite background that makes one helpless.

Truth to be told, it has been ages since she had boarded a plane. There's neither a dramatic or crazy reason lying underneath like a phobia of any sort. She's just one of those harmless homebodies, enjoying being locked in her cozy and spacious apartment. One might say she's unadventurous, living the lifestyle of a jobless adult; if only she was actually unemployed. But it's not actually depressing, in fact, a condition full of benefits to keep her concentrated on writing. The job that comes along with being an author.

Megan peered aimlessly at the window beside her, while waiting for the airplane to take off. Before realizing that the passenger seat beside her was still empty, which was not something of the unusual.

Is the person late?
Or I'm getting free space?

She wondered and definitely hoped for the unoccupied seat option. That way she would not feel uncomfortable and self-conscious with herself. The thought of having a stranger seating beside her was not the most ideal at all, and she had always prayed that whoever they were, would be just minding their own business and not initiate any form of conversation.

As soon as she was praying for the desired outcome, the seat was occupied with a 'Thud'.

Damn it!

Megan mentally cursed at herself.
Maybe she should not have said it too soon. She really didn't like to be close with strangers or people in general. Not the biggest fan, but if there was not a choice, it couldn't be help. She took a glance at the latecomer, who had kept her hopes high. Checking to see if the person was a potential-looking plane hijacker. Hey you never know, anything could happen. Coming from her head that had watched who knows a countless of blockbuster movies.

Instead of a terrorist here to terrorize, it was a man who did not looked too far off from her age. With mid length black hair that is dark as a raven, complimented the sunglasses that he was wearing. His hair was long enough to reach the bottom of his face, allowing drizzling strings of hair to be dangling from the sides.

What an unusual hairstyle.

It made him looked like he barely puts up much care for his appearance. He was probably like that. However, the hairstyle fit him somehow. And one thing for sure, he was one step away from looking like a cosplay of an eccentric scientist that created Frankenstein. Just missing the huge-rimmed glasses and the white lab coat. But she also got to admit, not many could pull off that hairstyle.

The man wore a long black sleeve shirt which was more like a sweater but not too thick in fabric. She could see the fabric wrapping around his upper body tightly, openly exposing his muscles. Giving her an easy visual outlook of his physique.