The Air France Girl...4
I followed her to our next flight and she indeed was a nice girl. She helped me through checkouts of flights etc. We had 4 hours to spend together. She in fact was worried about her marriage. I gave her some tips etc (confession : trying to be smart), on her looks etc. "Does she even need anything etc. to look good?" - I asked myself. In between she wen to restroom. I looked after her bags etc. She had taken one hand bag with her. When she returned, she looked refreshed and more beautiful. I dunno what was happening.
Finally, we boarded the flight to Atlanta. This time our seats were far apart. After the flight took off, I immersed myself in my book again. I was feeling a bit sleepy, even though I had slept a bit, earlier. After some time, someone knocked at my front seat. I looked up. She was standing, smiling - "I was feeling bored, no good company there". I smiled and shifted towards right of my seat (confession : Good company? me? awesome, thanks with a twinkle).
"I am Priyanka Mehra - we have talked so much and I did not tell you my name" - She said. "Neither did I, I am..." I was interrupted by her, - "I know your name, I sneaked through your Passport when you were talking to the officer in Paris " (confession : Interesting, yeah). I again brushed all my thoughts out of the closed (!) windows. The most romantic city of this world along with The Eiffel, was left far behind.
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