Seth Young took a last gulp of his water before the dark haired air stewardess came to collect cups and glasses, and reminding passengers to keep their seats upright. She leaned closer and bent a little, secretly passed a notebook and politely asked Seth for a favour. Seth took the notebook from her, scribbled down his signature and passed it back to her. Her eyes sparkled in delight. She smiled and thanked him in the tiniest voice that could be heard. Seth smiled back, crossed his legs and rested his eyes.
The whirring sound of the plane seemed never ending. Even though he was in the first class suite, flying was always an ordeal for him regardless duration. He knew he couldn’t blame entirely on the long hour flight. He had to partly blame himself for bringing the inexorable emotional q
