Thursday Evening

A/N~A stewardess pov.

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The man at the end of the aisle wanted constant attention, it seemed. No matter how many times I would ask him if he were okay, he’d have some new complaint. The other two in the row were quiet and bothered me little.

When I saw the light come on for the ninth time, I walked back there, feet tired, hamstrings aching, wishing that the flight was over.

His eyes were narrowed incredibly. Before I could ask him what was wrong, he gestured to the two men that sat in the same aisle.

The older of the two had wrapped his arm around the younger, who was asleep against his shoulder. The one who was awake seemed to acknowledge the man’s discomfort, but he made no motion to dislodge the other. A portion of his head was bandaged, contrasting sharply with his dark hair.

Of course, this was my fault, and I was now being yelled at by the man. Yelled at, because of the seating arrangements. But I can only move him if someone else were willing to move.

“Quiet.” The awake one said, trying to calm the man. “Not her fault that you’re a bigot.” This man was now my hero, even more so when he apologized. “It’s been a rough couple of weeks for us. And he doesn’t sleep well when he’s stressed.” There was affection in his voice as he looked at the sleeping man.

The man started yelling again. People were looking. A woman volunteered, in order to get the man to shut up. They exchanged seats quickly enough. I knew I’d be called back soon enough, with some minor complaint. But since I was back here, I volunteered a drink to the displaced woman and a pillow to the sleeping man, except that he was awake.

I could hear them talking.

“Are we nearly there?”

“No. Go back to sleep.”

“That guy was yelling, right?”

“Just a dream. There was no yelling.” He lied.

I handed a pillow to both men, now. I smiled at the man who’d been awake the entire time.

“You looked tired, earlier, hun.” I explained, still smiling.

He took it and leaned against the window. The woman had downed the drink, and asked for a pillow. I handed her one, and then made sure that the two men needed nothing else. Then, I returned to the front of the plane.

I knew I had to have seemed much cheerier afterwards than what I felt like originally.

I knew that I would never find out their names. But I could build a story for them. That’s one thing you could do on long flights. You could build these little stories about other people.

The annoying man had two ex-wives and was on his way to a third. His kid hated him. The woman usually did things just to appease others. She gave in very easily. This made her life complicated, but she had many friends. The men, I dealt them happiness. They were fleeing from their troubles. They were off to find their own happiness in wherever it was that they were going.

And for a moment, I believed my own fabrication about them and was jealous.

The light went on to indicate that the complaining man had a new complaint.
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A/N~That's it. Done. Thank you so much for reading this. I hope that this makes sense.

Thanks especially to Drkdreamer, who has been faithfully reviewing this story... since it started.