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The three days Mysty and I were about to be apart were bugging me off. Since the flight was about to happen, I walked into business class after hours of checking in. Passengers boarded the plane to South Korea. I searched for my seat number, and when I found it, I placed my earbuds on the portable table.
I sat and shifted a couple of times until I was comfortable. My eyes landed on the little TV in front of me. The business class was pretty spacious; complimentary slippers rested on the table.
I was about to check out the TV for movies since it was a four to five-hour flight, but someone called my name.
I scanned my neighboring seats for the person, and a woman waved at me. The place had the seats one chair apart, but the girl waved her hand in my direction. She may have been wavi
