Supernatural Imagines

75) The Job In The Air (Misha)

Misha sat in his seat, finally feeling relaxed. He had placed his luggage over head in the compartment, luggage consisting of a small trolley and an even smaller bag pack.

He sat at the window side of the plane, ready to fly to the destination where he was going to attend a convention. He was happy that no one sat in the seat next to him, he was on the aisle side.

He made sure his phone was on flight mode, then looked out of the window and watched the runaway. It was pretty boring but he couldn't wait till he was flying. The view is always amazing.

"Good morning passengers, this is your pilot speaking. We will be taking off in another ten minutes so please ensure that you have your seat belts on for take off," The pilot said and Misha listened closely. He always had his seat belt on, as soon as he sat down.

*****

He watched a movie. He didn't know what else to do. Sure the view was great but... How long are you going to look out the window?

The flight wasn't a long one so all they have were some chicken sandwiches. They tasted good and Misha was hungry. They disappeared as soon as he got his hands on them.

"Hi, would you like a drink?"

Misha turned to look and froze. The most beautiful [y/e/c] coloured eyes he had ever seen stared back at him, no exaggeration. She had the most pleasant and warming smile, the softest [y/h/c] hair.

He couldn't muster the words he wanted to say. She was so beautiful that Misha was speechless. He had never seen her likeness anywhere at all in his life.

A smile curled on his lips. He felt... Happy.

"Um, sir? Would you like something to drink?" She raised her eyebrows a bit as she asked with a smile. "Oh I'm sorry, I'll have a... I'll have some coffee," Misha replied. You smiled widely, "And what coffee would you like specifically?"

He raised his eyebrow. For some reason, he could sense that you liked talking to him. "Oh... Anything actually," Misha placed his head on his hand.

"Well I tend to have black coffee," You chuckled and he went back a bit, shocked.

"I think cappuccino is good, yeah?" You said and he nodded. He definitely didn't want any black coffee, too strong for his taste.

"So... If you don't mind me asking, what is the hostress' name who gave me this lovely coffee," Misha asked after taking a sip. You smiled, a bit shy, "[y/n]."

"That's a lovely name," He said. She smiled again, the same warm smile as before and walked off. Misha knew that his heart was stolen.

*****

Yes... No. Yes... No, Misha thought.

He kept thinking about if he should push the button or not, push the button that will call you over to his seat.

He continued to tap the surface softly, thinking about how awkward if would be or how creepy he would seem. Misha looked into the aisle, watching you help another passenger and wanting to get to know you even more. He tried to think of an excuse, a 'genuine' reason of calling you over.