《HIM and HER》SHE

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SHE

This was a connection flight. So it naturally meant I had to wait in another airport before reaching Seattle. The flight took off and nobody took 11(B). That man spoke to me, which means, it is completely plausible that this man would talk to me again. Then again, he was being nothing but kind.

Ugh…let’s just leave it.

It’s just a 15 hour plane trip, what can possibly happen…… nothing. I just continued to stare at the ground. Nothing much to think, yet thoughts just flooded my mind.

I don’t lean much on emotions; otherwise I would’ve bawled my eyes out parting with my family. But I felt guilty for not doing so. I hear people talking about how they miss their families or what emotional tantrums they go through when they part with someone they love. It’s a bit different with me, I don’t feel anything. Longing, yearning for something or someone, attachment towards someone, feeling sad about unfavorable situations…….nothing bothers me. All that’s left in me is anger and the momentary laughs I get at times. I don’t understand or get why people need to invest time in others.

So leaving my family behind is a piece of cake. Don’t get me wrong I love them or at least with the definition of love that I hold.

It's my friends that's still a question; as to what I feel with them. I stay beside them just not to appear weird or not to stand out, I like them…….I think.

Nobody will think you weird unless you show your true self. Just don’t be you. That’s all.

Anywaysssss. Inez stop thinking.

They started to serve dinner, there came struggle number three. I want to keep conversations as short as possible and I can already see that not happening. But the funny thing is I am not as reclusive when it comes to assignments, projects or any professional environment, I just don’t like sharing or engaging in small talk.

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The hostess slowly approached my seat while I was practicing as to what exactly to say. Then he turned towards me…again.

Okay to describe this man you need to set a standard; like he was really handsome yet there was no feature to pinpoint in specific, like you’re drawn to him. So if you hadn’t put up an invisible shield like I did, I assure you’d just stare at him. But because I’m immune towards people, I know when to stop………or at least that was the case.

“What are you going to order? It’ll be easier for me to do so, since you’re far away from the food cart,” he further said, “If it’s not rude that is.”

“Umm….I don’t know. Well I need to look at the options tonight, don’t I?” I said.

“Right” With an awkward smile he told.

I don’t know what came over me, whether it was my competitiveness to answer everything or whether it was my interest, I further blurted out, “And no, it isn’t rude………thank you.”

He smiled at me. I gave him my small well practiced smile.

He took the meal with chicken and I wasn’t that hungry, so I decided to pass and got myself a warm coffee. This man, woah, might be a big eater. I mean the meal he ordered was big itself; he ordered another big fruit salad and asked the hostess if he could order a coffee if he needed another time, to which the hostess smiled very affectionately to him and agreed.

Was that a flirtatious smile I saw between them? People.....they're nothing but pitiful.

He kept the fruit bowl in seat between us and I wanted laugh at it.

Oh, at least the seat wasn’t vacant anymore.

As we dealt with our ‘dinner’, he asked me, “If it isn’t rude, where do you get off?”

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For some reason I felt like playing with him, “Why? Did you want me to get off at Montréal?” I asked.

(Montréal-Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport was our stop in between.)

“Lord no!! I didn’t mean it that way!” he really got surprised.

“I’m sorry, for some reason I just wanted to tease you, I know there wasn’t any ill intentions.” I told.

He finally smiled. Cute.

“So where do you land?” he asked.

“Seattle.” I told. I shouldn’t reciprocate the question; I don’t want to talk much. But I had a hunch he would tell it to me either ways; none of it matters whether I ask or not, they all just want to talk.

But this man…. Should I put him as different? Or just someone I haven’t dealt with before?

“Ohh.” That’s all that he said, not where he’ll land. I predicted wrong. Now because he didn’t tell me, I got curious.

Inez, don’t ask; you’ll just lengthen whatever’s happening.

I continued sipping coffee, one sip, the second sip……ughhh the tension between the both of us and the fruit bowl was intense!

I asked after a minute of awkward silence, “And you? Where do you land?”

“Took a long time for you to ask that” with a mischievous smile, he told.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“Seattle”, he said.

“No, I meant about what you said before” I said.

“Do you have to put emphasis on every word a person says?” he asked.

I got surprised. “Umm……not necessarily, but we don’t know each other. So I think yes, I might have to.”

“Alright.”, he just ended with that.

What he asked me was true I do put an attention to every word a person says; people mostly say this, but I just brush it off every time. But who is he to say this to me; I mean he doesn’t even know me, more or less judge me at certain. Thinking all this made me furious, that’s when I said,

“You’re not trustworthy, for the matter of fact, nobody is. That’s why.”

“Not even yourself?” he asked calmly.

“Not even me.” I told. “Not even me.”

I couldn't figure out why I told all these things to a complete stranger. How this person got me mad when I don't take account to anything that anyone says. It is a complete mystery.

And the annoying part he's coming to Seattle all the way with me.

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