You couldn’t believe your luck. You really got upgraded into the first class on your flight to New York City! Flying alone seemed to had its perks after all. You finally decided to go on that solo trip to New York you’ve been dreaming about for years and now it started perfectly.

The plane had just lifted up into the air as you got up from your seat to use the toilet. When you came back, you almost tripped over your own feet while being distracted of the fancy interior on the plane. You stumbled forward, trying to hold on to one of the seats, but failed, causing you to land on someone’s lap. “Oh, I’m so terribly sorry-“, you started as you quickly got up again, a blush appearing on your cheeks. You cut yourself off as your eyes landed on a pair of steel blue ones that were just too familiar. In front of you sat Sebastian. “Don’t worry love.” He said with an amused chuckle. Act cool, act cool, act cool!

“Have a nice flight.” You said, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. But then, without having any control over it, you raised your hands and did… fingerguns. Fingerguns?! You didn’t even catch his reaction because you got back to your seat so fast that you started sweating. Maybe the trip didn’t start so perfect.

A few minutes passed in which you tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t that bad. But you still couldn’t look up, knowing that he was able to see your seat from his when he turned his head. That was until a stewardess approached you with a drink. “This comes from the gentleman in 2A.” She said with a charming smile, pointing to Sebastians seat. “Oh. Thank you!” You said, grabbing the drink. You took a look at the tissue, seeing that something was written on it. ‘If you want to chat, meet me at the bar.’