the front of the plane to find someone who can help us.
Paige
I feel like rolling my eyes so hard that they do a full 360 loop. This Elliot guy is so aware of how good looking he is, that he thinks he can snap his fingers and get whatever he wants. What makes him so sure that a girl who looks like a slightly deranged witch couldn’t get us new seats? I’m not entirely without charm.
I pull a hair elastic out of my pocket and quickly twist my mess of hair into a bun before I hurry to catch up to him, feeling like I have something to prove now.
However, I’m too late. I can see him already talking to a flight attendant as I get closer. She’s all smiles and coy gestures as she talks to him agreeably.
He turns as I approach and winks at me, and I swear my stomach starts doing cartwheels in response. “Paige,” he smiles. “Erin here, is going to see if she can get us some new seats.”
Nodding my head, I watch Erin, the perky flight attendant, as she flicks her gaze at me but continues to smile only at him. I actually do roll my eyes this time as I cross my arms and walk back towards my original seat, cursing my body for having any sort of response towards him. I decide to just plonk down in Elliot’s seat instead of climbing over Connie McSnores-a-lot, while I wait to find out where we’re going to be sitting.
As I wait, I quietly fume, I don’t know why I’m so mad, this guy is no one to me, but I don’t like the way my body is trying to respond to him, and I don’t like this whole – ‘let the man sort it out’ thing that just happened. I’ve taken care of myself without a single bit of help from a man for eight years now. I could have sorted my own seat out.
Elliot
The flight attendant leaves me to go and work out where she can move Paige and I to. When turn around, I’m expecting Paige to still be behind me but see that she has walked away and is sitting on my seat, staring at the shuttered window of the plane with her arms crossed and her face stern.
I don’t know if she’s always like this, or if I’ve done something. One moment I have her laughing and the next she seems annoyed with me. I don’t even know why I care, but as I approach her, I can’t help but wish she would look at me and smile again.
She has pulled her hair up in a tight bun, and her profile looks sophisticated with her hair like that. Kind of like a ballerina performing, the elegance and face that show little more than calm control.
Connie is still rumbling away in the next seat, her mouth wide open as she lays back. Due to some sort of miracle, the people in front and behind her are managing to sleep, perhaps they thought to bring sleeping pills too.
As I make my way down the aisle towards Paige, her head turns, and she tilts it slightly in question as she watches me approach.
“The flight attendant is going to find out where she can move us to,” I say, standing in the aisle since there’s no easy place for me to sit.
Her only answer is a nod as she looks me over, watching me as I move to open the overhead locker and take my carry-on luggage out. I continue to feel her eyes on me as I wrestle my back pack out of the confined space. Slinging it over my shoulder, before I look down at her, trying to return a gaze with the same intensity she’s giving me.
Paige
I’m just watching him. He’s very graceful in his movements considering his size. I like that he is so tall and broad but doesn’t seem to take up all the space around him. Most guys I've met that are as muscular as him are all stiff and seem to have trouble with their natural movement. But this Elliot guy carries his bulk as if it was always meant to be there.
He gets his back pack out of the overhead locker and then looks at me, so I lock my eyes with his, waiting for him to say something. Maybe a full minute passes before he points upward. “Do you want me to get your stuff