You were on a plane to LA. You hadn’t really noticed your surroundings, as you were fully consumed by this new book you had bought to pass the time. Next to you was a boy; somewhat cute, curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and around your age — 15. You had caught him sneaking glances at you a few times, but thought nothing of it and decided not to call him out for it. You were about to turn your page when you noticed he was reading your book as well.

“Ready for me to turn the page?” You spoke softly, as you turned to look at him. He looked up at you, his cheeks turning a light shade of rosy pink. His gaze scattered around you as he scrambled to find the right words. “Sorry.. it’s uhm— a good book.” “No need to apologise..” you said reassuringly, chuckling softly as you spoke. He smiled and nodded “Yes, i’m ready for you to turn the page.” He chuckled as he leaned slightly closer, adjusting his position so that he can see the book clearer.