Win had finally finished writing down all his information for the private plane company.
“So how long have you been flying?” the 40 year old office man asked. “Almost 3 years,” Win responded, signing his name.
This guy had been asking him questions which was understandable, it didn't defeat the fact that it did become exhausting to answer them. Win didn't know why but this guy brought a bad aura for Win. Typically when Win had a bad feeling about someone something bad either came true or passed.
“We will give you the coordinates to all the other facilities that we own. Metawin already has his licence to fly a plane on his own, so that shouldn't be a problem” the man tapped his pin on his clipboard. The man mentioned all the rules and safety guidelines they have. Win and Bright listened intensely making certain they understood.
They returned to the car leaving. Win sat in the back with Bright. He hadn't said anything since they had been in the office. He was still trying to figure out why that man made him feel that way. He had not done anything to Win personally, but something was off.
“What’s the matter?” Bright asked. Win was instantly snapped out of his trance. “Nuh, Nothing,” Win said, turning towards the window. He followed the lines in the road. “Win what's wrong, you look shaken up. Is something bothering you?” Bright insisted for the right answer.
Win finally looked from the window, locking his glaze with Brights. “I didn't have a good feeling about that man. The one in the office” Win seriously said. He didn't want Bright to think he was joking, or being dramatic.
“Well don't worry, you probably wont see him again. He didn't really do anything” Bright lightly chuckled.
Telling Bright only irritated Win. He felt like whenever he was trying to be serious he never got treated seriously. Not just with Bright, people never took him seriously. It was as if people patted him on the head like a puppy, saying there was nothing to worry about.
“You never take me seriously,” Win said under his breath before turning back towards the window. “What was that?” Bright asked concerned, he clearly had not heard Win, he wanted to keep it that way.
Win didn't want to respond, responding would get him absolutely nowhere, it never did. He continued his focus on the window and the passing trees. Win felt Brights stares, but he chose to ignore them. Win never got treated like he was capable of anything, he picked to become a pilot for the respect, but yet he seemed to never receive it. Now he had to deal with another boss, who treated him the same way apparently.
“You really don't like him?” Bright asked. Win did not speak; he simply nodded, still looking outside. That guy had a horrible vibe, he seemed like a snake.
“Then I'll pick another place,” Bright stated. This opened Win, in a way he couldn't explain even to himself. This showed that Bright actually valued Win. He was used to just dealing with it, that he was the problem. This break in pattern, break in his lifestyle forced Win to turn around with complete shock.
“Really?” Win questioned. “Yes, my pilot must be comfortable” Bright naturally smirked.
Win couldn't tell if he had done that intentionally, however it wasn't an uncommon thing for Bright to do to Win. To smirk, or tease even flirt. It hadn't mattered how much Bright did it; it always took Win by surprise. Win had this force, this aura between him and Bright that he wasn't sure Bright could feel. It was this pulling that started at Win's stomach that made Win feel whole, like two joining magnets. Win often pondered how he could feel this way towards a man full of secrets, no matter how much Win told himself it wasn't right he knew he was lying to himself, somehow. He continued to look at Bright to find this warm feeling, and completeness that Win longed. He couldn't wait, he had to show Bright that he was his other half, that they were two sides of the same coin. Despite his worries, his concerns, his questions, Bright was what he needed.
“Win, are you okay?” he finally heard.
The car stopped and got out, he completely ignored Bright. Bright looked at Win with concern before unlocking the front door. Win appreciated that Bright always gave him time before his answer.
The lights automatically cut on. Now was his chance, now was his chance to show Bright how he felt about Bright. Win couldn't explain it though, he could only show.
Win reached and grabbed Bright by his tie and boldly looked at Bright. Win felt his heart pound and his breathing started to quicken Win made sure to feel and show what he wanted. Win slowly let go of his tie and cuffed Brights face with his hands. Win felt his eyes shift to Brights lips to his eyes. That same force that Win felt before was the force that was bringing Win closer and closer to Bright. When Win's lips crashed with Bright, nothing else mattered to Win, this feeling was what Win longed for. Win could feel Brights kiss start to deepen, overpowering Wins. Bright placed his hand on Win back which gave a shock that trailed up his back. Win couldn't help but giggle, which gave Win a chance to catch his breath.
“Yes I'm okay” Win chuckled and looked up at Bright.
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