The flight made me nauseous, maybe it was being so high up for the first time, or maybe it was how the plane swayed, if I had a working stomach I would've emptied it on the man sitting next to me who looked like he would have sued the airline if I threw up on his Armani suit
I swear the moment I walked into first class and sat next to him he looked horrified, Felicia upgraded my seat without telling me, so when the flight attendant took me to my seat I was shocked, happy and a little guilty, like I didn't deserve it, but it was euphoric, so I wasn't about to let a walking perfume ad ruin this flight for me, we did a great job ignoring each other, between his side glances, his scrunched up nose, and him scooting away so he didn't have to be any closer to me than he needed to be, deep down a part of me wished I did throw up on him, it's the start of a 16hr flight and I'm already exhausted, who knows?, I just might puke on him
