The next few hours of the flight were strange and awkward. I stayed in my seat and didn’t really say a word. Choosing to look out at the sea far below and listen to music. My friends all tried to engage me in conversation, even Michael checked to see if I was okay, but I brushed them off politely and returned to my vigil at the small circular window to my left.
Grayson did not return to his seat. He must have stayed back in the kitchen area to lick his wounds. Your mate rejecting you, the way I did him must have stung. Even though I did it for the right reasons, he doesn’t actually know that. I must have dozed off at some point, slipping deep into my dreams for I woke on the soft queen-sized bed at the rear of the plane. I doubt Michael or Ben moved me here, they would think it was disres
