Disappointed, I merely nod. I wish this plane had a little bar or a social corner. We dodge a few more toilet-bound passengers, when he holds up his hand. “Wait here.”
Really? Does he expect me to take orders already? But I wait. Curiosity killed the cat, I suppose. It’s not that I have something better to do. I watch his body disappear into the semi darkness of the plane. With a sigh, I dodge a few more passengers, before I see Toby return.
“My number in Germany. I have nothing planned the first few days.”
I stare at him, not really sure, what to say or to do.