Rolling Love | On Hold

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Outside, the sun was intense, Nichole pulled the shade down and continued to work on the file on the tray table.

It was lunch time and the flight attendants were catering to the guests.

The catering car came to her side, the flight attendant bent over to put her knife and fork on the table, but seeing the table filled with files, stopped, perplexed.

Nichole put down the pen, lifted her head to look at the flight attendant: "I only need a cup of coffee, thank you. "

The stewardess nodded with a smile, poured the coffee and handed her the cup. As Nichole tried to take the cup, the flight suddenly hit an air pocket.

The stewardess immediately tried to steady the cup, but the coffee spilled all over the files. Nichole quickly reached out to protect her files in the ensuing chaos. Her quick thinking saved her files, but her skirt was stained by the coffee. "I'm sorry! Sorry!" the stewardess hurriedly handed her a paper towel.

At this time the captain also broadcasted the notice: "We encountered a brief turbulence, we request the passengers to wear their seat belts. " Nichole hurriedly blotted the coffee on the files. Seeing a few of her documents had fallen to the aisle, Nichole put her cup on the table, took off her seat belt and got up to pick up the documents. As she bent to pick up the file, a hand extended the files to her.

The hand belonged to the passenger sitting behind her. Nichole first saw the part of the hand from the wrist to the elbow exposed under folded sleeves of the shirt. It was a lean arm, a watch on the wrist, the fingers slender. She reached for the file to say thank you, but as she moved her eyes up, she was shocked. As her eyes moved along the man's arm up to see the man's face, she clearly saw him quickly reading her file.

He was sitting, Nichole was standing, from her vantage point, although she couldn't see the whole face of this person, she could clearly see him stare at the file with two sharp abnormal eyes. Inexplicably she felt so cold she coughed drily, waving her hands signaling him to handover the file and then in a deliberately strident tone to remind him "Thank you. "

The man looked up. Far more than sharp eyes, his eyes were simply ...... as dominant as in the eagle – which is the only feeling Nichole had when her eyes met his. But then, those sharp eyes softened, he smiled, and handed back the file. Nichole quickly returned to her seat, put the file back. Curious, she could not help but look back again. At this time, the passenger behind was dining. He simply looked like a handsome stranger. Was it just her illusion? Nichole shook her head.

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Three hours later the plane landed, the journey across the ocean was finally over. Nichole walked towards the baggage claim. Red lips, expressionless face, black high heels hitting the marble floor with a "da da" sound, a stylish dress but stained with coffee stains made her feel slightly embarrassed. As Nichole waited for her luggage, she intended to go to the bathroom to change her clothes, but she was stopped by a suited gentleman.

"Hello?" She was not in a hurry.

The man looked questioningly at her face, removed a pair of glasses from his carry-on bag: "This is yours, right?" Nichole was stunned.

She carefully looked at the glasses, they were hers.

"I found it on the plane. "

Nichole's glasses do not have a high power, she only wears it during office hours. After the lunch episode, she did not look at the file, so she actually did not realize when the glasses were lost.

Nichole smiled, and as she reached out to take the glasses quickly, she noticed there was a business card with the glasses. "We will meet again soon. "