Romance edited

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 avoided unwanted attention. She quietly sat down in her seat and continued reading her book, never breaking eye contact with the pages. His immediate thought of her was ‘cute’ not sexy, or even hot, a different kind of beauty that he much preferred. She was the pure and innocent kind that only the men worth dating understood. 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.
Her face seemed so serious as she read her book and it made him smile for a second, but he quickly hid it once again. 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, and once again, he couldn’t help but smile.
He walked down the center of the plane towards his seat, and he couldn’t help but widen his grin 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 who was putting away his suitcase overhead. After a moment he could see past him that she was reading once 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 around 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. 15A. He looked up and found his seat.
Oh the irony. She was in 15B. 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 of that imagined kiss 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, and hers fluttered as her tongue paused in anticipation of the words to come. But her cheeks lit up red as words failed her. She smiled at him, and then tried to hide it, but couldn’t and bit her lip to keep it down as she feigned looking back down at her book to read. She nodded once and moved her legs so that he could slide through. He smiled as he slid past her, bumping awkwardly against her knees, and sat down at the window seat. They sat there awkwardly, and let their over active imaginations roam free as they thought of what could be, if only they had the courage to exchange words. She continued to pretend to read her book as she tried not to smile, and he stared at the window, his hand covering his smiling face.