The airport was louder than you expected. Rolling suitcases, muffled announcements, people rushing past like they all knew exactly where they were going. But you didn’t mind at all because you were just happy to be there. Finally you could go on holiday — finally you could escape everything.

The last few weeks had stressed you out so much that you actually needed to visit another country so you wouldn’t completely lose your mind.

You had already checked in and now you were sitting on the benches, the music playing in your headphones. That’s when you spotted him — a tall man with tousled hair and blue eyes. He looked good, like really good. Your thoughts began to spin immediately, and you hoped he would be on the same plane as you.

A bit later, you sat down in your seat on the plane, thinking you could finally rest for the next few hours. But then the little boy next to you started crying, saying he had been separated from his mother. Knowing you couldn’t listen to a crying child for hours, you asked the stewardess if it was possible to switch seats with his mom.

And that’s exactly what you did. You swapped seats with the woman, finally thinking you could rest — or at least that’s what you thought. Because then the good-looking man from earlier walked down your row and sat in the seat beside you.

He was even more striking up close.

You said “hello” to him, but he didn’t respond. He looked more annoyed than anything else, the tension between you thick and unmistakable. Still, you didn’t mind — maybe he was just having a bad day or something like that.

You noticed that he fell asleep very quickly. Maybe this was good for him because he looked very tired too. About two hours later, he woke up, and when the stewardess came, he ordered a black coffee.

Minutes later, the stewardess came back with his coffee cup in one hand and gave it to him, and in that exact moment the plan buckled — which meant, unfortunately, the whole hot coffee spilled on your white shirt.

“Oh sh— I’m so—,” his words trailed off as he took a moment to look at you. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

You nodded and looked at him. “Yeah, I’m okay,” but the big brown stain on your soaked shirt told a different story.

With a quick tug from the middle of his back, he pulled his sweater over his head. The fabric hugged his broad shoulders for a moment before it came free, leaving him in a white shirt.

“Here, take this,” he said and placed his sweater gently on your lap.

You put on his sweater and smiled at him. “Thank you very much.”

“Don’t mention it,” he answered and looked less annoyed now. “I’m Drew by the way,” he said, smiling at you.