I flush the mess and support my body with my free hand on the sink. I've only ever travelled by plane once and I didn't like it.
We are on the plane to Wisconsin, and since our boarding, I've been battling with motion sickness.
A knock jolts me up and I straighten my dark jeans and black crop top, patting my hair before heading out.
Theron's face comes in view and I nearly scoff in annoyance.
"Wanna live in there?"
I eye him and duck under his arm, finding my seat. He follows behind and takes his seat beside me, giving me a knowing look.
"I want to talk to you about something, please." He ask politely.
It is a first. He had never spoken to me in such calm and respectful tone. I pretend to not hear him and look out the window.
"Snack." He warns.
I sigh and face him.
"Yes. Go ahead."
"Mira is my girlfriend and I love her. She stays in Russia as well. I thought-"
