I've always hated planes.
I took my iPhone out to see how I looked like in the dark screen. I looked pale coming into green. I get air sick easily. Especially when I'm on a public plane, smell of feet, baby vomit and horrifying airplane food.
"Are you okay? You look a bit green. Well, pale. But green-ish." Leon came by, standing by my seat with Tori in his arms.
I swallowed down whatever was coming up in my throat and nodded steadily, "I'm- I'm good."
"Alright, cool." He placed Tori into my arms, "I needed to go to the toilet but no one would keep an eye on Tori."
I nodded with a nervous smile on my face as he walks away to the toilet, closing the door behind him. I felt my breakfast and lunch coming up through my throat and paused right at the back of my mouth. I looked down at Tori
