She had just leaned back comfortably in her chair, when she heard his Irish accent.
"Ah, love, so we meet again." He slid into his seat. "Pity, I always liked the window seats."
"Yeah, well, I always enjoyed silence from strangers." She glanced out the window, trying to ignore him, and nervously checked her seat belt one more time.
"Scared of flying, are you?" he asked, buckling his belt in thrice time that it had taken her, and it was obvious from his distinct Irish accent that he wasn't a first time flyer. She glanced at his hand and remembered he only had one,so before she knew what she was doing, she had stretched and buckled his belt for him.
She glanced at his face, both their eyes were wide and her face hot with embarrassment.
"Sorry, I didn't mean- I should've asked you" she fumbled.
"It's alright, lass, you just couldn't resist me,"he said with a wink.
"No, I can most definitely resist you,"she huffed.
"Is that a challenge? I should warn you, I love a challenge," he said leaning closer to her, invading her space.
"What's your name,love?" Jones said.
"It's not love, I can tell you that much."
"Oo, so sassy, I get chills when you talk like that." His eyebrows danced on his brow.
She rolled her eyes and said, "Swan."
"Huh, where?" He peered out the window, again, invading her space as he did so.
"No," she chuckled, "That's my name. Swan, Emma Swan."
"Emma Swan. Like a name in a fairytale."
"Actually, no." Her eyes darkened and she crossed her arms and turned to the window.
"Ah, yes, well you're a bit of an open book to me, Swan,"
She responded by pulling out her iPod and started to listen to her sad playlist. The Fray's music filled her head and she leaned back in her seat tilted it back and turned the volume up.
I never knew,
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
to turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
the smoke and who's standing there when it clears.
Just as it reached the chorus, her right earbud was snatched from her ear.
"Mind if I listen?" Jones smirked, earbud already in.
"Whatever, fine. Just let me sleep,okay?" She was irritated that he didn't ask, but she was tired and didn't care enough to argue with him.
"Of course… Emma." He said her name so quietly that she almost didn't catch it. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't like the sound of her name coming from those Irish lips.
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