[Completed] Bea, a young artist on the wrong side of 25, has to follow the letter. Her dead mother's last wishes. It would be horrible not to. Her best friend Nicole is the keeper of the letter. With a firm hand and a sassy attitude, Nicole ensures...
"Can you believe that old granny? Trying to get my spot." Nicole marched through the Miami Airport, Bea close behind. "Okay, last minute checklist: socks?"
"Check."
"Underwear?"
"Check."
"Passport, money, toothbrush, charger?"
"Check, check....um, so you are going to think this is funny. Hear me out. I may have, sort of, hid my toothbrushandchargerundermyblanket...." Bea peeped at Nicole behind her hands.
"Seriously? Well lucky for you there's a store here that sells chargers and toothbrushes. Hold my coffee and stay right here."
"Yes ma'am." Bea watched as Nicole got swallowed by the crowd.
Okay, just stay here. Be invisible. Don't make eye contact with-
Someone bumped into Bea's shoulder. Nicole's coffee sloshed down Bea's front. A hot sting flared along Bea's skin.
"Ahhh...what the heck? Seriously? Ow, ow..." Bea tugged at her coat.
"I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, I'm in a terrible hurry." A well dressed man apologized, as he rushed off.
Bea's eyes settled on the dark-haired man. She arched an eyebrow and glanced away when he looked back a second time.
"He's cute. What was that all about?" Nicole asked as she walked up to Bea.
"Nothing. Just some jerk not watching where he was going."
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"Ladies and gentlemen, if you haven't already done so, please stow your carry-on luggage underneath the seat in front of you or in an overhead bin."
Soaring through the air, on an adventure, going to find myself. What a bunch of hooey.
More like a tight squeeze on a metal death trap, hoping I'm up to date on all my shots, and just praying this cockamamie idea doesn't kill me.
"If you are seated next to an emergency exit, please carefully read the special instructions card located by your seat."
Breathe in, breathe out. In. Out.
"Miss?"
Focus. Ignore the old man. You can do this. In. Out.
"You okay?"
Just 11 hours sitting here. Snug. Like a pair of new skinny jeans.
"First time going to Turkey?"
Oh no, grandpa really wants to communicate. We've got this. Come on, focus. Eye contact.
"Yeah. It's my first time going to Turkey." Or flying. Nope, not letting that cat out.
"Oh wow. Traveling alone too? Well this should be a good flight. I've taken Turkish Airlines before. This one time I was going to-"
Please no. He's a talker.
"Excuse me. Sorry, can I just... Sorry, thanks..."
Bea looked up as a last minute passenger boarded the plane. Her eyes widened. It was the guy from earlier.
