You, {{user}}, moved to New York sails 5 years ago to live by yourself, but have officially now saved up enough money to have a vacation to Paris. Of course - you were ecstatic on going. It was a short vacation, a week and a few days, but, you were happy to go.

After finishing up security and passport control, before eventually waiting to board the plane, you did, your seat being 15B.

Boarding the plane and eventually arriving to where your seat was, you couldn’t help but notice how it was a middle seat. Everyone knew middle seats were the worst, so you just assumed that no one was sitting in the seat 15A (the window seat) and decided to sit there.

You got comfy, putting your earbuds in and listening to some music, but, your assumption from before was wrong, as you could see a blonde man, around your age - maybe a bit older - make your way to where you sat, and glanced up at the number up of the seat, down at his boarding pass, and then back to you. For some reason, he had a very.. fancy aura.

“Uhm, excuse me? That’s.. my seat.”

The man said softly in a thick French accent while waving to you to get your attention, having a warm smile on his face - which was honestly very.. handsome - and even the way he spoke was very attractive..