*insert romantic title*

He had noticed her while waiting to board the plane. Brunette ringlets that she wasn’t use too fell down and past her shoulders; her light blue eyes seemed to want to hide from everybody. She quietly sat in her seat and read her book. She was cute, ridiculously so. And not the supermodel snobby type either, nothing like the cheerleaders at his school. Her face was round and seemed to blush more than most people’s. She was perhaps only five-two, and her shoeless feet barely reached the floor of the plane. Her shyness was evident, and maybe one of her most endearing attributes so far that he had seen.
Her face seemed so serious as she read her book and it brought a tinge of pink to his cheeks. She was completely and totally immersed in her book. Her facial expressions would suddenly change, first from serious to shock, and from shock to anger, and then anger too sadness. Once she caught herself, she blushed and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Seeing no one she went back to reading her book, it wasn’t long before her facial expressions came back. Just as cute as ever.
He walked down the center of the plane towards his seat, and he couldn’t help but smile as he saw her smile and hold back a giggle as she read her book. As if sensing someone was looking at her, she looked up and looked towards him, but he was already hiding behind the burly man in front of him. After a moment he could see through his arm that she was reading again.
He was nervous, for what, he didn’t know. Its not like they would ever meet. But she was cute, and he never did well while talking to cute girls. Stuttering would be all too common if they were to ever talk. A trait he knew wasn’t too charming. Not that he thought he was in the first place. But even though he knew they wouldn’t ever meet, he couldn’t help but imagine holding her hand while sitting next to her, or imagine her falling asleep and her head rolling on to his shoulders, or perhaps the most ridiculous of all, a small, simple and pure kiss on the lips. His cheeks lit up red at the thought, but he clung on to the thought in his head. It almost hurt to know it would never happen.
He was shaken out of his thoughts when he realized he didn’t even know where he was sitting; he looked down at his plane ticket. 15B. He looked up and found his seat.
Oh the irony. She was in 15A. His heart skipped a beat and jumped into his throat as he swallowed it back down. The few feet to his seat seemed to take an hour. And when he finally reached his seat, tunnel vision set in, all he could see was her face. Her brunette hair, her baby blue eyes and her soft pink lips that he still was dreaming about in his head, the image didn’t seem to want to leave.
“Hi.” He said to her ineloquently. He swallowed once again, “I think I sit here.” His heart was hammering as hers fluttered in her chest.
Her cheeks lit up brighter than he had imagined possible. She smiled, and then tried to hide it, but couldn’t and bit her lip to keep it down as she looked back down at her book and nodded. He smiled too as he sat down next to her. Both of them sat there awkwardly, her pretending to read her book as she tried not to smile, and him doing everything he could to not let her see that he was smiling also. Neither of them knew it at this point, but in a few hours, they would share their first and last first kiss.