The Story~Part 2

Joyce closed her eyes; drifting off to sleep. Memories mixed with fantasies danced through her mind. The pain of the sunburn began to fade as her mind raced down the beach, and back to his deep brown eyes.

He asked if he could write her, but she didn't feel comfortable giving him her address, so she thanked him for the meal, and said good night. He whispered it was lovely to meet her, and she believed every word he told her throughout the night.

Joyce was so infused in the dream, she could hear his voice. The thick Italian accent was music to her ears.

"I would love some orange juice. My wife will have the champagne."

Joyce opened here eyes. Slowly, and painfully she pushed herself up, until she could see over her seat. Was she still dreaming? It couldn't be him. She shook her head and gave herself moment to awaken.

She peeked again. She wasn't dreaming. He was there. On a six hour flight, in first class, with her... and his wife.