I lean back to check the ‘occupancy lights’ and bump into a hard chest.
“I’m reall–” Sorry, I wanted to say, but the words stuck in my throat. Out of all the passengers, it’s Toby’s sinewy chest I have connected with.
He stares at me, one brow slightly raised.
“Sorry,” I croak. Though, I’m not completely sure whether it refers to my inappropriate accusation in the airport or bumping into him.
In the semi-darkness, I can only make out a little nod.
Looking up for the toilet sign I’m giving myself a two-second prep talk and look at him again. “And I’m terribly sorry for what I said earlier. There are no excuses for it and I’m–”
He puts his fingers on my lips to silence me and at that moment I’m glad I’ve got one hand on one of the seats to hold me up.
“As much as I was annoyed by it, after thinking about it, it made sense. After all, you’ve only known me for a few hours.”
I didn’t expect that one coming. But I’m really pleased and relieved.
“Excuse me.” A deep voice behind startles me.
Leaning closer to the seats to let the man go past me, I notice the chance to use the ladies’ room.
It seems like it may be a good idea for her to get while the getting’s good before she digs herself in deeper. 😉
“Saved by the bell”, or here the free toilet 😉
Ooh, interesting. Can’t wait for more!
Thank you 🙂
A brief conversation. Will she wait for him to go?
Or will he wait for her to return 😉 ?
I’m intrigued to know more.
Thanks Karen 🙂
That was a nice exchange–with all kinds of possibilities. 🙂
True indeed 🙂 Thanks Teresa.
What a trip – in more senses than one!
I do not know that in a cabin I would have a restraint to hold my tongue.
The things this guy was thinking… [probably about our protag].
Thanks Adelaide 🙂
I want her to not grab the empty toilet and continue talking to him. This could be interesting!
Haha – I can see you weaving a conversation around that scenario 🙂