Love in the Air
I have no idea about transatlantic flights, Nor what US passport control is like, so bear with me if I’ve screwed up, they’re not important to the story. — Half an hour into the flight and I was bored. I’d seen the film on offer and had long ago found that I couldn’t read whilst flying. I began to look around at the other passengers. My eye was drawn to a red-headed girl sitting on her own a row in front and on the other side. She too seemed to be bored and was looking out of the window...