Mid-air snack

Russell

I couldn't tell how long the journey to Cuba took, as I was too occupied with the thoughts in my head to bother about time. It was even easier keeping to myself since Diane was still pissed off at me and was concentrating on her laptop. Theo was equally occupied with some work files. At some point, I might have drifted into a restless sleep. I was awoken by the air hostess who brought lunch.

"Hi sir," she called softly to get my attention.

Grumbling a response, I pulled off the headset plugged to my ears, as I checked her out. She held a glass tray and seemed to be saying something that I wasn't listening to. Her skirt was neatly pressed to her curvy skin and stopped above her knees in the typical hostess fashion. Her tucked-in, collared top had the same white as her teeth. The bronze-colored lipstick shaping her lips seemed to glitter when she smiled.

The details of the human standing before me weren't helping the feeling of hunger that had suddenly consumed me. The voice wa