Sighing, I looked out the window. Another plane took off the runway, flying high in the sky. It’d always fascinated me. Though I always struggled with myself not to flip during the taking offs.

A figure slumped beside me, making me turn my head. Letting out a huff, he settled against the seat.

“How’s your stomach now?” I asked, seeing the perspiration on his forehead and flushed cheeks.

“Not good. I shouldn’t have eaten the leftover macaroni last night. God, I swear I won’t ever touch leftovers again.” He groaned.

Poor guy. Even in this crisis, he agreed to come with me.

“I’m so sorry you have to travel with me in this state, Warner. You should’ve stayed back, you know?”

He flashed me a boyish smile. His brown eyes were warm. “Don’t be. It was my decision to tag along, even after knowing my condition this morning.”

“But it was me who asked you to come with me,” I said, guilt crashing on me.

“Don’t be silly. I can do anything for you. And this is just a slightly uncomfortable journey. It will go away just in a day. I’ve already taken medicine.” He grasped my hand, entwining our fingers.

I smiled, a grateful one.

“I love you,” he said, looking into my eyes.

The smile on my lips threatened to fall, but I managed to keep it on and squeezed his hand in return. The announcement of the flight attendant for every passenger to fasten their seat belts saved me from another awkward situation.

We’ve been dating for six months now. And known each other since I joined college. We were good friends from the beginning. After my several failures at keeping up on dating a guy for more than a week, I gave up on kindling any kind of relationship with anyone. And when Warner one day asked me out at a friend’s get-together, I couldn’t turn him down.

He was everything a girl would want in an ideal boyfriend. Handsome, intelligent, humble, honest. And most importantly, he knew me so well. After all, we’ve been friends for three years now. So, when he’d asked me to be his girlfriend, I said yes.

But even if he’d confessed his feelings thousands of times before me, I couldn’t just bring myself to reciprocate. It’s not that I didn’t like him, I did. He was a great guy. Maybe it’d take some more time for me to feel more deeply for him. And I was waiting for that day.

“Ma’am, would you like some coffee?” The air hostess’ voice broke my trance.

“Do you have tea?”