Maya
Once we got into the plane and settled in. I felt—comfortable? I had no idea. I was awkwardly comfortable if that should even be a word.
Liam sat next to me silently the whole time while the passengers boarded the plane, his disguise was perfect as he had shades covering his eyes which I was forced to wear too.
Because obviously once I was recognized, he would be too and according to him the last thing he wanted was being forced to smile at the cameras of random strangers or sign on the shirts of anyone.
Which sucks if you ask me. Luckily, I’d gotten the window seat —again. And it was cool to say I had luck in getting window seats because the universe knew what I wanted.
It was ironical how exactly one month ago I’d boarded a flight bringing me to this exact city I was leaving ri
