That's what his style was, his nature was to keep people guessing of his intentions, some where dangerous, some brought good things, while some caused someone's life in the process as the man was very much unpredictable in many things. As his eyes opened the darkness of his eyes, capturing the white clouds beneath him.
"Would you like something, Sir?" The flight attendant asked politely with a trolly which contained every thing a person would need.
"One black coffee." He spoke.
The woman nodded her head and started preparing the coffee for the man, as she was about to ask if he needed any sugar the man stopped her saying. "Just leave it like that, along with the sugar." He ordered. Nodding her head the woman then attended the other passengers.
