Finally, at 1:38am on the morning of the 13th of December, you were on the plane. Seated and ready.

The business trip across half the planet had been a week long, and in that week you had been worked to the bone.

But now, on this plane you could find some peace on the journey home.

The other members of the public were silent, no one made a sound. As if everyone had come to an agreement of quiet for the night.

Outside the plane, the sky was inky black. The only thing to pierce the darkness were the pinpricks of light from distant stars.

Just as your eyelids fluttered shut, sleep threatening to take over, you felt a weight on you shoulder.

To your side, a man sat.

He seemed to be in a suit, he had short dark hair, admittedly a little messy. His eyes were closed and his cheek was squished against your shoulder.

His breath was gentle against you, and through the darkness you could see eyebags on his under-eye.

The man was clearly exhausted, and currently using you as his pillow.