He watched her closely. She could feel his gaze on her. He looked a bit worried but he didn't move. She had tears dripping down her face for the last half hour and he wondered what could have happened to her. Sickness? Heartbreak? Death? He was genuinely concerned.
He felt helpless but he couldn't take his eyes off her. She had very soft features. A lovely pointed nose, piercing eyes and big soft lips or at least he thought so.
When she walked into the airplane, she caught his attention. Her accent was different. Nigerian with a hint of Southern English. She smiled at the air hostess and he thought her smile lit up the place. He decided that he was going to talk to her. Maybe flirt with her if she was single but now it seemed unlikely. She didn't look at him. She finished her glass of wine and closed her eyes again.
He had his earphones in and was listening to some jazz music. It was soothing. He looked across to her again, she was asleep. He thought she looked peaceful. He started to feel sorry for her; wondering how he could help. Twenty minutes later, she woke up and asked for some water. She sat up and looked around and their eyes met - Finally. He held her gaze and smiled. She smiled too and looked away. He thought now would be as good a time as any to say hi. So he got up, walked towards her and stood over her seat. She looked up at him. He was tall and he had broad shoulders, brown eyes and soft dark hair. Possibly the most good looking man she had met this year.
"Hi, my name is Mark". She smiled, "Hello Mark, it's nice to meet you"...!
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