I sat there trying my very best to get the slighted glimpse of her face, but she didn’t quite make that very easy, as she was more fixated on burying her head in the seat and sleeping.Outside, the even rows of white clouds folded like crests of waves on the empyreal blue. The sight although limited to a mere 20 cm by 40 cm window, was splendiferous. It’s so amazing how Allah has fashioned all of this without a flaw.
Well, as I was lost in my own merry thought, the air-hostess was handing out the “special-meals” before she goes around asking “chicken or fish” to all the I wouldn’t say not-special passengers, let’s just say the ordinary ones.
I was brought back to reality when she starting waking “mysterious” girl up to give her her meal.
She clearly didn’t look like she wanted to be woken up, and since her family weren’t that close by, I decided to take matters into my own hands
“Umm.. Excuse me madam, I’ll give it to her when she wakes, you can leave it on her tray table”
“Okay, sure no problem”
With that said she left. Well, call me a sweet guy, but there was an ulterior motive behind that. On the special meals, there is always a label with the persons name as well as their seat number, so this gave me the opportunity to get to know her name. 😝😝.. But I guess it wasn’t going to be that easy, because when I looked, only her surname was there and the seat number.. Arggh, why did her dad have to book it on their surname, couldn’t he have taken the extra few minutes and typed out their names.. 😑😑