Nada.
Shit. I can’t wait any longer. Literallycannotwait.
There’s only one thingforit…
I spin my pod seat around and knock on the back of queueguy’sseat.
He spins around and takes his headphones off his head. ‘What’s up,FannyPack?’
Ugh. I cannot believe I am about todothis.
‘I need you to come to the loo with me. I’m sorry. I wouldn’t askifI…’
Queue jumper’s eyes widen, a flash of amusement in them. He pokes his head out of the pod and looks up and down theaisle.
‘There are no flight attendants about,’ I explain. ‘I checked and double-checked,trustme.’
‘Um, yeah, okay then.’ He pushes his specs up his nose. ‘Let’sgothen!’
I smile. That was easy! He’s being really nice about it! Okay, this will be all right. A little embarrassing but better than thealternative.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and, as I stand, I grab onto Queue jumper’s arm. He looks down insurprise.
‘Wow, you’re eager,’ he says withagrin.
‘I really need it. I need it bad,’ Iexplain.
He nods with an expression of surprise andapproval.
He’s being so cool about escorting me to the loo. Maybe I had misjudged him. Maybe he’snotwhat the Americans would call ‘ajerk’.
In only a few shaky steps we have reached thetoilet.
‘Are you sure? The whole engaged thing,’ he saysweirdly.
I point at the toilet sign. ‘It’s not engaged. It’svacant.’
‘Huh?’ He looks confused. ‘Uh, my name’s Seth, by the way.’ He takes off his glasses and slips them into the breast pocket of hisbutton-down.
‘Hiya Seth. And thanks for this. You’re alifesaver.’
‘I do what I can,’ he responds with an odd cocky look onhisface.
I open the door to the loo and shuffle in. And just as I’m about to close the door, Seth also comes into the loo, kicks the door shut behind him, pushes me against the sink, grabs my face with both hands andkissesme.
Whaaaaat?
Aaaaaaargh!
I push away. ‘What the hell? What are you doing? Get off!’ I yell at him, using my hoodie sleeve to wipe my mouth of his surprise advance. ‘Perv alert!Getout!’
He jumps away, holding his hands up as if I’m pointing a gun at him and he’s showing his willingness to co-operate.
‘What? You said wantedusto…?’
‘Us to what?’ I ask, wigglingdesperately.
‘Join the mile-high club. You said you needed it real bad? I thought youwantedto…’
