I look straight into two gorgeous blue eyes and whisper, “Hi.”
It’s the guy from across the aisle. There’s no need for me to whisper. In fact, a louder than usual volume would’ve likely been more appropriate, but in all my shyness it’s all I can come up with.
“Glad I found you,” he admits.
I sense a smile tug on my lips. Yes, so am I, but all I can do is nod.
He holds out his right hand. “Mathias. I’m from Sydney.”
I notice how he says Maa-tee-aas and take his hand, which feels oddly soft and a bit cool. Mathias obviously has had the common sense to wash his hands after eight hours on the plane.
“Nice meeting you,” I croak and I sigh. “I swear I don’t always sound like this.”
Maa-tee-aas smiles and suddenly my stomach makes a big flip.