Upon boarding in October, a young man locked eyes and asked, "Do you want your seat?," as I put my duffel in. He sat in my window seat, so I sat next to him and told him, "Keep it. I've seen everything I needed."
It was just us in our row. I strained my neck to look out the windows and said, "If you saw everything, why are you looking?" His composure broke and he laughed. I closed my eyes, but felt his left arm reach over the arm rest to brush against my right arm after and stay there.
I awoke as the plane was set to land. We landed an hour early and waited for the plane at the gate to clear it, so we talked about what brought us to North Carolina. I told him I flew back from my brother's wedding and had a Charlotte layover before arriving in Asheville. I asked if he wanted to see its pictures. When we got to my picture, he simply said, "Beautiful." He went on to say he was flying to Asheville and driving two hours for a business meeting.
I Googled on my phone, "Things to do in...," and we looked at it together. I asked if he wanted to keep in touch. He introduced himself, gave me his social networking, and he asked if I needed help getting my duffel. He was a gentleman.
Upon exiting the plane, he kept his distance and I lost him until I stopped briefly to see him standing a few feet away to my left. He stood there looking at me. I told him, "I'll see you." A few minutes later, we started walking towards the airport exits when I saw he met up with another guy I assume was attending the meeting with him.
We private message. I noticed he mentioned, "We," a few times without mentioning who the person is. I gave him my number in November, but he's not texted. I talk to him as if I never gave it, but feel like I should have looked to see if he had a ring and don't know if I should reply when he private messages.
When he isn't traveling for work, he's in New York. When I'm not in North Carolina for school, I'm at home in Michigan.
