“Where you headed?” he asked her.
Really? That’s the best opener he could come up with? Where you headed? Last I checked this plane was headed to Atlanta.
“Atlanta,” she told him and nothing more.
He laughed a bit and catching her tone, tried to recover with a boyish smile. “Yeah, well, I get that, but you could be catching another flight.”
“No. Staying in Atlanta,” she replied. She picked up the inflight magazine and went to the crossword puzzle, the easy one. She could sometimes finish the easy one without cheating, although she wasn’t opposed to cheating. She thought doing the puzzle made her look smart and occupied.
“Me too,” he said. “Business or pleasure?”
“Business,” she replied. Please, not now. She wasn’t quite ready to play the game.
He heard the tone again and opted out. “Well, hope you have a pleasant stay,” he said and pulled his business man’s back pack from under the seat, the fancy black leather kind, the kind older men buy to look like the younger men. She heard and felt him fumbling for something that never appeared.
She didn’t have to be so rude, but the morning had been so crazy, rushed, Mark flying out of the house ahead of her, she couldn’t find her hairspray, a second pair of glasses. He could have easily dropped her off at the airport but she refused and called for a cab.
She turned in her seat. “Thanks,” she said to the man, finally looking him in the eye and feeling something shift. Or maybe it was just the crossword puzzle sliding off her lap.
to be continued
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