Charles hated taking the plane and he hated something even more. It was when bloody stranger ( as beautiful as he could be ) spilled his coffee on Charles' new suit who cost a lot. Even if he had the money to afford a new one, what about ecology ? After cursing and learning the name of the young man, : Pierre, Charles almost missed his plane because of the Frenchman. Charles had run with his papers in hands and forgot his suitcases so he had to go back, insulting people in French on his way. After 10 minutes of running everywhere, Charles finally entered the flight and looked around in the economic class to see his seat before remembering he was supposed to be in first class and not in economic. He almost ran into another flight attender before finally seating on his well deserved first class seat. "Ahh ..." He sighed before turning his head. Fuck, Pierre was here. And the bloody fly was eleven hours long. It was going to be very long. Especially if the man couldn't stop to stare at the stains of coffee and also if he stopped being so georgous. "Long flight indeed." Charles whispered to himsef.