After that commotion in the economy class, my annoyed ass got knocked out cold during the rest of the flight, all tuckered in my feather pillow fortress of dread.
Cassidy knocked on my capsule, urging me to wake up from my Theta state so that I can put on my seatbelt as the plane is nearing the airport.
"Why'd you let me go?" Whispers in her sleep were undeniable, slightly tossing and turning my weary body, as Cassidy gently urged my hollow dejected shell to wake up from its state of cluelessness.
"Ms. Obsidian, please wake up to fasten your seatbelt. We're starting to descend soon." Cassidy softly whispered as I somehow slowly manage to gain consciousness from my deep slumber.
"Are we there yet?" Hands childishly rubbing my exhausted eyes, Cassidy giggled ever so faintly and smiled to say, "Yes, Ms. Obsidian. Please fasten your seatbelt. Do you need anything? Something to eat and drink?"
"What I need is my sanctuary back. Maybe a shot glass of hope with being much appreciated." Grumbling as my hands clumsily fumbled on my hidden seatbelt.
Confused, Cassidy asked, "Might I suggest you freshen up in the restrooms once the pilot gives the signal to remove the seatbelt?"
"Thank you for the advice, Cassidy. I need to at least look presentable. Who knows? I might miraculously meet my future husband in the airport?" Struggling to contain my flamboyant sarcasm, I batted my sleepy dazed eyes.
"Fingers crossed!! I'm rooting for you to meet your Prince Charming!!" Cassidy excitedly chimed in as she helped my sloth-like body stow away all of my belongings in a carry-on bag.
Fighting the urge to retort back, my social butterfly mode switched on to further explain, "Good luck to him. He has some ungodly huge shoes to fill in, let alone step into. My first love is the closest thing to mortal perfection. With communication skill as his only stubborn human flaw."
"First love? But you said you were single since birth?" Cassidy curiously poked her head in my capsule to help me sleepy bun with some of my empty toppled drinks.
"It wasn't unrequited. He was simply the one that got away. My Runaway Groom." My inner jester jokingly exclaimed.
"Well, it's his loss! Whoever he is, he must lack some sort of empathy. I mean! You're so easy to talk to! Also so easy to read! What part does he not understand? Is he dense, perhaps?" Cassidy was adorably getting upset on my behalf, which made her smile and laugh.
"Well, we all need character flaws. That's what makes us human, after all. Without it, I think my first love might grow up to be some hunky sex god!" Blushing as I shyly admit what Mithras might potentially look like when he grows up.
"With how you're blushing right now, your Runaway Groom still gets under your skin. Who knows? He might wake up one day, realizing his stupidity got the better of him, then sweep you off your feet! Whisk you away to her castle? Live happily ever after?" Cassidy cutely explains her fantasy of my nonexistent potential love life.
"Castles are so mid-century. I have a thing for technology, so Wi-Fi's kind of a non-negotiable for me. Do you know? As of the moment, I have schoolwork that requires online submissions. So maybe a penthouse, if he's feeling a bit fancy?" Continues to jokingly egg Cassidy as the pilot announced that the passengers can remove their seatbelts.
"Well, let me freshen up for my future husband." Lovingly elbowed Cassidy as I headed to the bathroom with a change of clothes and a toiletry pouch.
........
Customs was a bit sluggish but were efficient and thorough.
To say that I can feel like their eyes were burning a hole in the back of her skull, would be a definite understatement.
"Must be the pervs." Annoyingly uttered as I passed through Customs.
Heading towards the conveyor belts, I felt the urge to go check out the bathroom.
Mostly, just to hide from the hooded perverts.
Peering from the entrance of the women's restroom as I saw the hooded perverts begrudgingly surveying the conveyor belts, obviously looking for yours truly.
Holding my breath as my nervous eyes saw them finally giving up and took their luggage and left.
Sinking to the floor as I finally sighed in relief.
"Everyone in the economy must've given the worst flight experience if they're coming after me. They were rude and judgemental! Petty ass-hats. They deserved it!" Exclaiming as I stood up and head towards the conveyor belts to retrieve my luggage.
Catching a glimpse of my reflection, I smoothened out my off-shoulder, long bell-sleeved, cream baby doll, satin crop top, and redid the ribbons near my evident cleavage.
With my chestnut brown hair in a loose half-updo, letting out a few stray hairs to frame my face, spritzing on some J'adore Dior on my pulse points, as she finishes her look by swiping some Sheer Pink PHDhaus Hybrid Lip Oil on my recently moisturized lips.
Admiring my reflection, dark acid-washed ripped jeans revealed out some of my black flower stockings on her right thigh, the other near my left knee, just above my jet black knee-high stiletto leather boots.
"Why am I dolling up for?! Seriously, it's Cassidy that's got me hoping for nothing. Ugh!!" Storming off as my feet behaved robotically, to head to the airport cafes as I muttered my frustration through my gritted teeth.
........
The airport, speakers constantly announcing ETAs and ETDs of different flights, is bustling with people from all walks of life.
Some family of four gets a welcome committee, others seem to be on a honeymoon.
A red-haired girl excitedly jumps on a guy with a beanie, peppering him with kisses.
"It's amazing that airports tend to host multiple moments of people's lives."
Thinking aloud, "I wonder what kind of moment would I experience today?"
Hand clutching over my stomach, a rather loud growl left me with no choice but to heed my hungry body's signal.
Thoughtlessly walked into the farthest coffee shop, hoping to find somewhere to seat.
Parked my luggage at the corner booth of the coffee shop, phone in my left hand, my wallet in my right. Placed my headphones, and hung them on my neck, as I noticed Mithras' key chain hanging on the wallet's zipper.
As my relaxed self headed towards the cashier, I heard some girls swooning over some guy that enter the coffee shop.
Headphones blasting "I'm Yours", channeling my inner Alessia Cara, Nikita enjoyingly hums to the lyrics as she looks through the overhead, contemplating Peach Snapps or Cinnamon Rolls.
"Anyone with ears can tell, by the hormonal gasping of those girls, that a cute guy just came in. But whatever's freaking clever. Not my hormones, not my problem." Snorting as I continue to slowly bop my easy-going head from side to side. Not realizing, the *cute guy* in question, devilishly smirking, standing right behind me clueless ass.
When my turn to order has come upon me, I decided on having a Cinnamon Roll with White Chocolate Mocha Frappe.
"Every day is a cheat day. I'll diet when if I feel like dying, but not yet." Proudly whispered to me to encourage myself to learn intuitive eating.
Unknowingly, I earned additional brownie points, as I made Mr. Cute Guy sexily smirk while he failed to stop his baritone chuckle. Also, without my knowledge, I started collecting a slew of jealous glares, against my better judgment.
An icy shiver crawled up my spine, and the cashier asked under what name would my order be placed.
"Amaris." Stated as she opened her wallet, making her keychain snap up its zipper.
"What the Uhm.. here's my card." My anxiety took over, hurriedly handed my credit card as I dropped to my knees, looking for Mithras' keychain.
"No, please! I can't lose you too!" Tears started trailing down my flushed cheeks as I continued to search the entire floor.
"Amaris, you dropped this." Mr. Cute Guy opened up his hand, revealing Mithras' keychain.
"Mithras!!" My quivering hands quickly snatched the trinket from his hands, clutching the keychain close to my heaving chest, as if it was it was my only lifeline.
Tears of joy and relief continued pouring, unable to stop bowing, my grateful self said, "Thank you so much! You have no idea how important this is to me! Thank you!!!" which caused my bulky headphones to slip back to my neck.
Mr. Cute Guy was nice enough to hand my teary-eyed self my card back as he already placed his order while I was busy searching the floor for Mithras' keychain.
"Amaris, your order's ready." announced the coffee shop staff.
"Oh okay! Thank you for this!" I scurried along, while continuously bowing to Mr. Cute Guy, towards the receiving area.
Only then did I finally get to hear Mr. Cute Guy's sexy baritone chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief, muttering under my breath, "A ridiculously hot bod and a sexy baritone? God, you're not playing fair!? Why do you have to be so obvious about your favorites?!" as I clumsily put on my headphones as the staff mentioned Mr. Cute Guy's name.
Lost in my whimsical fantasies, I tried to move the items, as I struggled to figure out how to carry my phone, wallet, and food tray. Not realizing Mr. Cute Guy arranged my tray efficiently and carried both their trays, he said, "Where's your table, Amaris?"
Still, a bit teary-eyed, pointing at her corner booth and Mr. Cute Guy led the way.
Stunned in my spot, my awestruck self was mesmerized by Mr. Cute Guy's shiny raven hair tied in a man bun. "Seriously, only really hot guys can pull off a sexy man bun. I don't make the rules. Simply stating facts here."
"Is this the correct booth, Amaris?" Mr. Cute Guy flashed his panty-dropping mischievous grin. The light in the booth shed some light on his smoky grey, almost silvery eyes.
Cursing under my hitched-up breath, dismissing any potential resemblance, confirming Mr. Cute Guy's action by silently nodding and hurriedly walking to my booth.
As I was a few steps away from my booth, Mr. Cute Guy already placed, not just my food, but his orders as well, on her table. Then he said, "Let me just return the trays to the counter." as he walks back to the cashier to hand over their trays.
To say that I was too stunned to speak as I robotically sat on my side of the booth and slowly stowed away my headphones in my bag. Mr. Cute Guy sat across my table and proceeded to wipe my utensils with a clean napkin.
He was wearing a white Henley shirt, with his open blue cardigan. I was very surprised, didn't even realize I was staring at him, yet Mr. Cute Guy is thoroughly enjoying Nikita's gaping stunned face.
Rolling up his sleeves, his veiny forearms got me swearing under my breath, which led to Mr. Cute Guy chuckling his sexy baritone ass across for being amazing
Shaking my head furiously, uttering, "Girl, get a grip. Don't go cheating on Mithras! You're just sexually deprived. Well, being deprived meant I got some action before. So I'll just go with hormonal desert since birth. Perks of being a virgin."
Repeating that as a mantra as she struggled to cut up her cinnamon roll.
"Here, let me." His big calloused hands gently held her which caused me to hold my breath.
Taking my plate and utensils, he neatly cut the cinnamon roll into 8 even slices. The wide eye like a deer in headlights, I quietly thanked him as Mr. Cute Guy placed her plate back in front of noon while placing any utensils back into my hands.
One mischievous playboy smirk from Mr. Cute Guy was all it took for me to blow my top off.
"Ex-fudging-use me, but sir! Who gives you the damn right to be a walking piece of aphrodisiac?! Like seriously, you're like catnip for all female kind!!" Completely lost the sense of social grace I had in my body. The last time I was like this was with Mithras.
"Like seriously?! I get that you have that *girls always fall at my feet 'cause I'm a sex god*; with those well-defined biceps and your sexy 8-pack, clearly showing under your fitted shirt. That *I'm addictive and I know it* sexy experienced vibe going on but come on! My reactions towards you are strictly on a hormonal level, but I'm just putting it right on the table, I AM NOT INTERESTED!" I practically rapped her explanation towards Mr. Cute Guy as he tilted his side brazenly amused by her stuttering.
"But you know, I feel so mean about judging you so openly, so I'm sorry about that. I feel like you're more than just a pretty face. You're such a gentleman and were helping me out." I continued rambling as Mr. Cute Guy fed me a slice of my cinnamon roll, which obediently opened my awaiting mouth.
"Like- oh my- seriously, you're hot and nice!? Dude, can you not be too perfect, Mr. Cute Guy?! God!! You must be God's favorite, for being everything we mere mortals are not." By now, Mr. Cute Guy's brows furrowed but he handed me my drink, obediently taking a sip as I was about to choke on my food.
"Now I'm rambling. I'm sorry to judge your life so baselessly. I'm sure you've gone through so much in your life, as well. Again, I apologize for being so rude. I just lost my temper. I never lose my temper! Again, I'm sorry, Mr. Cute Guy. I'm gonna shut up and eat now." Looking down, I stuffed her mouth with two slices of her cinnamon bun as Mr. Cute Guy wiped the crumbs off the corner of my hungry lips.
"Ansel. Though, I want to thank you for the new nickname." he flashed his pearly white teeth. There it is again, his player smirk.
"Well Ansel, can you not be so ridiculously good-looking! It's so distracting!!" I grumpily retorted as she shoved the final piece of cinnamon roll and hurriedly gulped the rest of the story drink.
"Why in such a rush, Amaris?" Ansel curiously inquired.
"Because my heart belongs only to Mithras! And you're making me struggle to keep completely loyal!!" I muttered as I quickly stuffed all her things into her bag.
"Your boyfriend? Yet you said you were chaste." Ansel guided a stray hair strand off of my face while I doubled checks my belongings.
"I wouldn't be a virgin anymore if he loved me back." I was gone still as I explained my unfortunate situation.
"He loves you. There's nothing to not love about you." Ansel reached out and then held my trembling hand.
"You don't leave someone you love. You don't the one you love away. Mithras played me. He must think I'm some foolish delusional country girl, stupidly pinning on him." My broken-hearted self started sobbing as I went on about my issue with Mithras.
Ansel came closer, his thumb wiping the tears off of my cheeks, he said, "Mithras loves you. He didn't play you. How dare you look down on how beautiful and radiant you are? You're simply breathtaking. Please calm down, Amaris. You know Mithras genuinely loves you. Why are talking like that?"
"Can you please stop flirting with me, Ansel? Your girlfriend might choke me in my sleep." I annoyingly mumbled as Ansel continued to wipe away my diamond tears.
"I've never dated before, Amaris. Well, not yet. But you are the only one that can change that for me." Ansel chimed in a subtle flirt as he kissed my forehead, wiping my last tears.
"Liar! A hot guy, like you!? Single since birth like me!! I'll bet if I hook you up on a lie detector, that thing will be ratting your lies at alarming rates!" Retorting as I feel Ansel mistook me for a fool.
"Before you, I thought that this life was not worth living anymore. Losing my first love made me feel like an empty shell." Ansel calmly explained as he proceeded to tear apart his plane ticket.
"I was going to see the Northern Lights one last time before I kicked the bucket. Crossing out my first love's bucket list on her behalf. But... Since you came along..." Ansel continued as he helped me to my feet, placing my hand on his right forearm. His left hand pulled my luggage.
"You gave me another reason to live. With that, I am forever grateful for your existence, Amaris." Ansel got quiet as he ushered my rather dazed little flustered self out of the coffee shop.
Ansel cupped my puffy face with both of his warm hands.
Leaning forward, foreheads touching, his lips trembled a few centimeters away from parted glossy lips, he whispered:
"So, Amaris... Will you let me keep my dream?"