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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxnervous would be an understatement in regard to how milo was feeling, and the dawning inkling of regret was rearing its head at the front of his mind. what was he thinking, going on a trip around the world with a group of strangers? he should’ve just stayed in the comfort of his home, where he could wallow in his burnout in the sheets of his bed and the curtains drawn close to envelop him in constant darkness while he scrolled aimlessly through the endless discourse on twitter. the more thought he put into it, maybe it was better that he was actually out of the house.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxregardless, the concept of having to meet strangers and living with them for god knows how long their travels last was quite frankly terrifying. but this was for the greater good! to get himself out of the house and get some inspiration before he ended his hiatus! milo felt the urge to cry.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhis flight to new york from miami had landed at the jfk airport at the crack of dawn, allowing milo to have a few hours to himself to explore the city, leaving his luggage with the left luggage service at the airport and taking full advantage of the infamous subway in new york. if he was here now, without the option of turning back, he wouldn’t waste his opportunities.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxupon returning to the airport by around 5pm, milo felt refreshed, but no less nervous. he’d managed to visit a few landmarks in the limited time he had, and along the way bumped into some fans, gladly taking pictures with them which, without a doubt, would be circling around twitter by now. and now, he was walking towards the gate after checking in his luggage, sipping on an obnoxiously sweet caramel cocoa cluster frappuccino from starbucks as opposed to the usual monster he would opt for. in his defence, he was bored, and he wanted to try something new and he’d always wanted to order something ridiculous from starbucks. not without embarrassing himself though, because of course he had to stumble upon his words halfway through his order. at least the barista didn’t say anything about it, or at least she pretended he didn’t hear the momentary stammer.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxapproaching his impending doom — maybe it wasn’t too late to run away and go back to miami — he checked his phone for the nth time just to appear less awkward and nervous, not that that was working, before finally arriving at the gate. he glanced around to find a place to sit, finally deciding on a relatively empty row of seats, placing himself a seat away from a woman sat on the same row. he placed the backpack he lugged along with him between his legs on the floor, taking another look around the gate to see if any of the group members were already there, though to be fair he had no idea how any of them looked like, and probably wouldn’t know until they got onto the plane and into their assigned seats, assuming the one organising the trip booked their plane seats in relative closeness to each other.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe buzz of his phone (the phone of the woman next to him buzzed at the exact same time, strange) made him stop his futile search, looking down at the device in his hand to see a text from the trip group chat, and immediately switching his phone off. oh dear god, i’m really doing this, he sighed and took another sip of his drink, the reality of the whole situation has not set in yet apparently. he side eyed the woman next to him, she didn’t look terribly approachable, but the fact that her phone buzzed at the same time as his felt a little off. It could have been purely coincidence, but before he knew it he was reaching his hand over the seat between them to tap her shoulder.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx“hey, sorry to disturb you,” he started, and why did he start? what if she wasn’t part of the group and he was making a fool out of himself? “are you here… because of the anonymous post, by any chance?” the hesitation in his voice was apparent as he retracted his hand, and god, he sounded like some sort of cult member… anonymous post? he prayed to every god out there that this woman was part of the group and understood what he was talking about, because the embarrassment was setting in before he even got an answer from her.

[borahae.]

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the organizer ✩ twenty-five ✩ tag: jae ✩ location: gate 4

Ignorant to the sudden onflow of people gathering at the gate, absorbed wholly into the overly cute baby penguins hatching on his phone screen, Finnegan propped one of his arms up on the armrest to get a better vantage point of his screen and rested his chin on his other, a small smile appearing on his face as he watched the hatchlings waddle about the ice. While not particularly drawn to one animal over another, a lover of anything and everything, he did have to admit that these little polar creatures were precious; he'd seen March of the Penguins many times in his childhood, sure, but that didn't mean much in the scheme of things. I mean, take a look at his YouTube history - he's hardly biased.
Still, watching the mother penguins reel in their newborns and waddle along the snow scapes with them between their little feet had Finn feeling some sort of way, and as impulsively as most of his life decisions, the boy hummed and decided that their next trip would be somewhere with snow.

A notification swiping across his screen and distracting him from his already half-forgotten documentary, his mind traveling to where they could go next on their trip, Finn suddenly sat up straighter and again pulled his arms towards himself, exiting out of the app and checking the oncoming text message. It was one from the group chat he had with his newfound traveling partners, and after reading that one of his newest companions had already arrived, Finn finally looked up from his phone and took the chance to look around him. There was quite the crowd gathering around now, and in search of red hair, he instead spotted a boy in all black heading in his direction.

Smelling something vaguely citrus-y coming from the stranger as he sat beside him, his brows furrowing as he tried to place it, Finn only noticed he'd been spoken to when the other again spoke up, this time asking a question of him. With a bright smile and a nod, the tall boy looked down at the phone that was still in hand and happily offered the time to the other "Oh, sure, yeah! It's 6:35. Pm, not am. Hopefully. My flight leaves at seven, too, so it'd be really unfortunate if I missed it watching videos about penguins." Sharing more than he probably should to someone he just met, seemingly no sense of shame, Finn vaguely recognized the boy using another language before introducing himself, causing the dark haired male's smile to only grow twice in size "Good to meet you, Jaehyuk! I'm Finnegan. You can call me Finn, though- sounds a lot less formal, right?"

His newest victim found, hoping this boy could help satisfy his endless boredom, Finn tucked his phone into his pocket then again spoke up "Oh! Was that Korean just now? Y'know, my grandmother was Korean, so that's how I guessed, but I could definitely be wrong. I haven't heard anyone speak it since I was probably 5 or 6 years old." continuing, "You said you're flight was at seven, right? Are you heading to Hawaii? Because so am I! Maybe we'll end up near each other on the plane." Hardly taking a breath, his excitement visible in his body language, Finn turned in the chair so he was facing the other and happily continued his rambling "You ever been? To Hawaii, I mean. I haven't, but I heard it's really beautiful...ah! If you have, you need to tell me all the best places to visit! I'm actually going with a group of people, and i'm somewhat the planner of it all, so it'd be really helpful to know whats cool and what isn't."

[senna_]

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❣ . she/her . 22. the babysitter . location; airport (gate 4) . mentions; blaire . tags; vienna

Emersyn didn’t have to know much ─ or in this case, at that moment, practically anything ─ about the girl standing before her to know that she was a stylist of some sort. Or, at least, she knew style, whether that be professionally, or for the satisfaction of having an impressive-looking wardrobe. Everything about the outfit was eye-catching. Emersyn herself enjoyed dressing up, but she was also quite pleased with going out in baggy sweatpants and an oversized sweater stolen from her older cousin. While this girl’s outfit wasn’t something Emersyn would likely gravitate towards in terms of wearing it for herself, it looked stunning on the stranger; every little stitching complemented her perfectly. Emersyn sat back in the rock-hard airport chair, crossing one leg over the other in a comfortable manner. Some people treated the airport like it was a runway, and she either judged them hard-core for it, or gave them mad respect. This girl had all the respect in the world, and Emersyn didn’t even know her name.

When the raven-haired girl turned towards her, properly acknowledging her for the first time, Emersyn’s weight shifted. She leaned forward a bit, resting her elbows against the lower part of the top of her thigh, then dropped her forearms so that her hands were resting by her knees. “Thanks,” she returned in an equally smooth voice; she wouldn’t go as far as saying it was overly sly. Maybe a bit kittenish. “They’re from some online site. Treat yourself when you can, right?” Within a matter of seconds, she straightened her form yet again, partially because she was restless, and also to show the girl that she was indeed interested. There’s a lot there to die for, if you ask me.

A brow raised as the girl slid closer, and she opened her hand, as if to silently invite her over. What was she going to do, stand there awkwardly? They still had a good half hour or so, give or take. She waited until the pretty girl was seated, then turned in her own chair to get a better look at her, leaning closer to admire the pearls that complimented her eyes. “That had to have taken ages,” she guessed, raising her head up ever-so-slightly to show that she was speaking of the design Vienna had opted for, for this trip. “Mad respect.”

Her head tipped slightly to the left, a shoulder raising quickly, like a twitch, and her eyes shifted towards the ceiling momentarily. “Thank you,” she said yet again, equally as meaningful. That was weird, for Emersyn wasn’t often one to openly accept compliments without feeling something on the negative spectrum of things. Then again, she did feel worse when it was a guy who said anything remotely nice to her, in a way where she knew he was attempting to hit on her. Guys really were not it. “So are you, dios mío.” Emersyn could not give a reasonable explanation as to why she was flirting back. It must be the lack of sleep. Or because she was hot. Either one.

As if officially remembering that they did not know each other whatsoever, Emersyn tipped back towards her. “I’m Emersyn,” she continued. There was nothing wrong with giving her name out, right? They’d board the same plane and never see each other again, unless Hawaii turned out to be extremely small. “And honestly? This is going to sound totally ridiculous, but I…” She paused momentarily, a gentle frown playing at the corners of her lips. Come to think of it, this was the first time she actually spoke of what was happening aloud. What was she doing? “I figured I have so little to live for that I clicked on a sketchy link and now I am boarding a plane and heading to a resort that could be very well fake, for all I know, with a bunch of strangers.” Blunt, sarcastic, but that surely had to cover it. “Being spontaneous.” She raised her brows as if that was an overly exciting thing to comment on. “Some girl texted saying she, too, was here, but I can’t tell anyone apart. One sec-” she reached into her pocket and fished out her phone, unlocking the screen so that she had proper access to the message that was sent seconds prior. “Some girl named Blaire with red hair and a pink dress said she's here, as well. So if you see a red-haired, pink-dressed girl, do let me know.” A half-smile twitched on her lips, but Emersyn kept her attention on the person she was currently talking to. “What about you? Are you here vacationing with someone, or something?”

[ptolemaea]

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「the dreamer ━ twenty three ━ location: airport ━ tags: milo」

kieran tapped her leg, some nervous habit picked up years ago to the dismay of her mother. if kieran ever realized she was doing it, most times she felt her mother’s firm grip stilling her leg. memories such as that led her down a miserable rabbithole of despair, most times. luckily, she was much too preoccupied to notice or care, her mind indeed racing but of the present and looming future, as she seemed so clearly zoned out and tired. after all, sleep was a foreign subject, especially when her best working hours were at night.

periodically, she took sips of her hot coffee, wishing she had taken more care in specifying how she would have liked it. of course, she would drink any coffee, if given, but she much preferred if it at least had something to dilute it. something like oat milk, so her flight would sail smoothly. at least it was sweetened, though the sugar had failed to dissolve entirely, leaving it a chalky mess she wouldn’t even offer to a racoon.

staring at her lap, kieran listened to her podcast, but hardly registered a word being said. she felt people passing by, and found herself glancing up every so often. at one point, she heard a wailing baby pass by, and let out a sigh of relief as she turned up the audio that played in her ears. this zoned out bliss was short lived as she felt a tap on her shoulders, causing her head to jolt up. raising an eyebrow, she took her earbuds out of her ears to listen to the blonde sat one seat away from her.

funny, she hadn’t even felt him sit down. she found herself studying him as he spoke, the question he had asked repeating in her mind for multiple moments after he had asked it. her expression was blank for a few moments, as the dread filled her head. ugh, she thought to herself, what a stupid idea. she couldn’t believe she was actually sitting in the airport, about to meet a whole bunch of strangers to travel with. of course, this one seemed harmless, but who knows? what if it was a facade? what if, the moment she let her guard down, he would take her purse and run? or worse, her coffee?!

“yeah… flight to hawaii?” she asked, relaxing her expression back to her resting face, not even offering a smile. perhaps she should – it was the polite thing to do. screw polite. that just screamed mother. smiling fake smiles although you didn’t want to smile. kieran herself much preferred genuine smiles, but lately those were harder and harder to come across.

she knew she should at least attempt to be somewhat friendly, though. it seemed the boy opposite her was already regretting his decision to speak to her, was shes that scary? she didn’t know how to come across friendlier – it wasn’t her strong suit, and she was rather cold when it did come to socialization, despite her strong desires not to. think, kieran, think!

“uh… what kind of frappuccino is that?” wow. how insightful. what a wonderful conversation starter. she quickly paused her podcast, realizing she had let it run, before she focused her attention back on the other.

[FoggyMeadows]

♥The Baker♥ Twenty Three♥ Tags: N/a♥ Location: Airport♥

Blaire finished looking at other peoples outfits frowning to herself. If only she knew that people didn't dress up for a plane ride she would of tried to find something in her closet that was more appropriate. She frowned a bit to herself knowing others might judge her for wearing heels on a plane. Her first flight went by fine though and she was never uncomfy in her dress or wheels. So why should she care? Blaire didn't know why it bothered her so much but it did. Blaire was always out of place when it came to outfits, she never dressed so casual or up to trend. She rather look pretty and elegant as much as she could. Why? She always dreamed about being in one of the romance novels she reads all the time and so when she wears these outfits she can act like she is in a novel. One day finding her perfect person looking the best she can in hopes they instantly fall inlove with her.

She once again looked down at her phone pressing the on button to see if anyone texted her back. But as she looked it was just her background of a frog sitting on a strawberry. Just to be sure she but in her passcode and unlocked her phone. She didn't trust having the apple id scan her face or thumb just incase it went to the FBI or someone looked like her so she used a long passcode. Once it unlocked she went to her text messages and only saw that her sister texted her and not the group. At this point Blaire thought it was a scam and she was just talking to robots about the plans and is going to go to Hawaii and get kidnapped. She didn't want to die yet she was young and didn't even get to set up her bakery yet. : Sis you might be right about the kidnapping part, might just find a hotel room in New York and just explore here, Love Blaire: She typed out each letter hoping a new text will pop up from one of the strangers. But it didn't happen so she just sent the text to her sister.

After sending the text Blaire put her phone away in her purse and stood up. She smoothed out her dress from any wrinkles that gathered when sitting down in the chair. She was going to just cancel her flight and stay in New York so she wouldn't worry about going missing. As Blaire was grabbing her two cat carriers she heard someone say her name and describe her. Blaire perked up and looked around trying to see where the voice was coming from. She saw two girls who were very nicely dressed talking to eachother and decided just to go for it. Blaire walked over to the two girls with a very nice and elegant stride " Hello Darlings sorry to cut in but I heard you say my name" She looked at Emersyn with a smile "Well at least I hope you did or this interaction would be very strange and I apologize her that" She spoke softly and with a smile.

[onion]

♡ jo effie / 22 / pansexual / photographer
location: airport
tags: (blaire mentioned) open

effie was calm. surprisingly calm... she entered the airports spinning door, her pink luggage case trailing behind her. "whooa," she mumbled, standing on one foot for a moment after she stepped inside. "dizzy..."
straightening herself, the pink haired girl walked carefully to the line to get her luggage checked. she nervously looked around, wondering which person was one of them. effie had seen their faces before in the group chat, but of course, not the backs of their heads.
it didnt take long for the airport to check in her luggage and give it a tag with her name on it. it wasnt like she had much clothes or belongings to take with her, so it was just the luggage case and her side bag- oh, and her camera that was hung around her neck.
effie left the front of the line and entered a large room of people waiting for their flights. their first stop was hawaii, a place she had never been before... well, it wasnt like she had been anywhere except taiwan and now new york, so this was definitely a first for her.
she looked around. everyone looked so... bored. she noticed two men speaking to each other, and a girl approach another with a compliment. she looked slightly familiar, but effie wasnt sure. with a slight frown, she swallowed and walked over to one of the rows of seats.
she chose the row with one other girl in it, a red haired woman, and sat down on the end of it so she only had to deal with one person sitting by her. she smoothed her white skirt. "this is good for you," effie said under her breath- thats what the orphanage had repeatedly told her the day she asked if she could go. of course, they said yes, but only if she raised her own funds.
so effie took on a bunch of modeling gigs to get money for the trip. they were boring and tiring, and they always made her wear uncomfortable clothing and too much makeup. but it got her what she needed, so she never really complained.
shifting to the side, effie looked around. people talking. people not talking. a girl with earphones in. the girl in her row with the red hair. these were the things she noticed. she felt worry in the pit of her stomach as her nerves began to kick in. was she even in right spot?

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xxxxx jae knew it was probably bad to just come up to an unsuspecting victim and start talking like he knew him since kindergarten, but with his mind in shambles, jaehyuk was desperate for some stimulation that wasn't the buzz from flavored nicotine. and if it meant finding a random man in the airport that was hopefully going to the same destination as he was, then so be it. jaehyuk was a more extroverted person anyway. he found he easy to talk to people, easy to interact with them when he was just meeting them. either it was a talent or it was just some annoying thing about him, he always found it easier to talk to people. especially when they had things in common with him- or just seemed to look pretty. jae always found himself being attracted to pretty people really easily- or at least, pretty men. it was easier for jae to want to try and get to know someone when he was interested in the way they acted and the way they looked- call him shallow, but it was what made him want to talk to them more. plus, what's the harm in having two pretty best friends?
xxxxx his eyes dropping down to his lap with his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket, jae only pulled out his phone to look at the quick notification. it looked like the people who were in the vacation group with him were staring to arrive- the first girl appearing seeming to be a girl named blaire. his eyes scanning the crowd in front of him, jae only looked around for a red headed girl before he gave up and dropped his eyes back down to his phone. k, he responded, nodding to himself before he started to type another quick response. though having the male next to him start to talk, jae immediately switched his attention from his phone to the male in front of him, a small smile gracing his lips.

xxxxx nodding at the male, jae only sucked in a shaky breath. god he wished he took a little bit longer to get there. he knew it was better to be earlier and safe, than sorry and late, but he didn't want to end up sitting here for forty minutes waiting for his flight. he already felt so crappy after his fourteen hour flight from korea, even if it was a day ago. it was like the effects were following him still, a bit of dread in his stomach creeping in his chest as he closed his eyes and sighed. he was beginning to regret his decision on even coming- the way he hated airplanes only making him so tired. "i'm so exhausted," he muttered, a whine falling from his lips as he ran his hand through his hair gently. "i am not excited for this stupid flight. it's gonna be such a long flight, i can already feel my muscles aching from the uncomfortable seats." he muttered. though his eyes lit up at the male speaking again, his lips curving into a deeper and larger smile. "penguins ? oh my god , i love penguins! they're so cute and wobbly, you should send me the video!" he smiled, his cheeks almost hurting from how deep his smile was. "it's nice to meet you, finn."

xxxxx his heart fluttering from the male's words, jae only chewed on his bottom lip as he heard him ramble. god it was so fun to talk to people like this- always excited and energetic, it made him feel better about the flight. hoping he was sitting by him or near him, or at least exchanging numbers before getting on the flight to stay in touch. "it was korean! i'm originally from korea, i'm just here in new york for a little group activity thing." he explained, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "i don't know why i'm doing it in all honesty. but that's awesome! do you know any korean?" he asked excitedly, hoping to meet a new friend. his eyes widening slightly, jae only nodded excitedly at the male. "i am going to hawaii! that's so fun! hopefully we can sit by each other! i-if not, maybe i can just grab your number?" he asked nervously, a smile on his face as he ran his hand through his brown hair. "no, this is my first time. i've always dreamed of going to hawaii so i could go surfing maybe, or to do a fun hike in a large mountain!" he shook his hands excitedly, almost like he was stimming from the excitement running through his bones. "hey, maybe when you're not busy, if we're in the same area of hawaii, i can always help you figure out things to do! i've been researching this since i knew i was coming here, so maybe we can hangout and figure stuff out!"

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█ ⎯ she/her ⎯ 24 ⎯ the socialite ⎯ location; airport (gate 4) ⎯ tags; emersyn, blaire ⎯ wc; 522 ⎯

Vienna at least felt a little reassured by the way the woman's face scanned hers. The face she wore was something of interest, catching her eyes again and nodding and thanking her with every replied statement. If she was going to get on a plane with completely random people, what was so wrong with knowing at least one person? Before Emersyn's words donned on her, Vienna widened her eyes. Things were starting to make a lot more sense, and by sense, she internally meant that this woman, now known as Emersyn, would be one of many beautiful people she'd meet along this trip. Vienna waited for Emersyn to stop talking before responding, finally, with the confidence of a thousand suns, "In that case, it's nice to meet you, Emersyn from that sketchy web link I also happened to find," A soft laugh came from Vienna's smiling mouth, causing her to cover her face almost bashfully out of habit. "I guess this is my vacation now, to be heading somewhere so beautiful with someone who may look better than even the sunsets here in New York." Vienna just couldn't help the tone of voice, so interested and clearly flirting, but there wasn't any sort of embarrassment in her voice, for once, as she sought it fair by the way that Em had grasped her attention.

As Vi opened her mouth to get another statement out, something of pink, white, and red variety scooted into her field of vision- or should she have said- someone? The woman looked like something out of the fairy tales Vienna's mamá would read to her back at home in Columbia. She was something of a forest sprite, Vienna could've swore, but she seemed to introduce herself as the sender of the first text in the groupchat, Blaire. Her hair was such a fierce red and the cats that had been vaguely brought up in email threads seemed to come back to her. "Vienna." The woman blurted out, to Blaire mostly in introduction but with a swift turn of her head and an apologetic smile, she repeated once more. "My name is Vienna. Nice to meet you, Emersyn. And you, too, Blaire. I suppose we're all headed to the same place then?" Anxiety seemed to disappear from Vienna's body and a sense of security took over. Two women on this trip, not counting the other six or seven, was enough to reassure Vienna that maybe this was worth it after all. "Hawaii's gonna be a dream then, hm?" A nervous laugh escaped her mouth once more, eyes squeezing shut in attempts to be friendly despite the awkwardness of Blaire's joining of the conversation, but Vi was never one to turn someone away. Vienna invited Blaire to sit down once more, unconsciously leaning towards Emersyn so the two girls could look over the new girl. Vienna's kind expression turned into one of an analyzer, looking over Blaire once more, glorious outfit and all, before seemingly coming to the conclusion that she fit the mental picture of what she had imagined once they had all signed up on that fateful day.

[senna_]

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❣ . she/her . 22. the babysitter . location; airport (gate 4) . tags; vienna, blaire

Emersyn’s brows both shot up again, and a pleasing look fell upon her features. For whatever reason, it was oddly reassuring to hear that someone else had also come across the very same link. “Get out,” she said in a breathy-like tone, obviously not meaning it literally, but finding it almost funny, how much of a coincidence that was. Or maybe it wasn’t… After all, there was another girl named Blaire who was around here, too. “Do you know anything about this whole trip… thing… then?” Part of Emersyn didn’t expect the attractive girl to have an answer, but at the same time, maybe Emersyn had just gotten unlucky and hadn’t been able to receive as much information as she was supposed to have gotten. The only thing she knew early on was that they were to fly out of this exact airport, which was a total nuisance, given where she had come from. Then again, it was nice to spend more than a heartbeat in the lively city of New York. It was a drastic difference from where she lived, and honestly, she kind of liked it. At the same time, though, she could easily see how much it could get on one’s nerves. It seemed like half the people here (whom, of which, she assumed were tourists) had no idea what they were doing or where they were going.

“Do you ever actually see sunsets, with the amount of skyscrapers here?” she returned lightly, as a way to play off the comment that indeed sent her heart aflutter. Pull yourself together. It wasn’t until then that she was able to catch a soft hint of a New Yorker-like accent from her new companion. Vienna, she introduced her name as, and she couldn’t stop herself from adding: “That’s a gorgeous name. Very suiting, I can tell.” She meant it, too. Emersyn had a weird thing for names; the more pleasing they were to the ear, the more attractive the person was. At least at first – it was different once she really began to know someone. She doubted she’d have a hard time with Vienna, though. She was dazzlingly charming and evidently intelligent. As much as Emersyn hated to admit it, she was horribly good at deciding who she liked and did not like within a world record amount of time.

The way Emersyn couldn’t seem to peel her gaze away from Vi for more than a couple of seconds was probably embarrassing if Emersyn were to watch herself from a bird’s eye view, but who was here to judge? Everyone acted a bit differently when in an airport. Was that why she hadn’t sought out the girl who had texted her and however many others? Emersyn was naturally an independent person, but given the circumstances, finding someone who openly revealed herself in this anonymous-based group was probably worth seeking out. And yet, she was still sitting comfortably in the chair she had guided herself towards when she had first arrived at the gate.

Then, ironically enough, in walked a girl who matched the description in the text Emersyn had received moments earlier. Her dark brown eyes boldly skimmed the red-haired stranger up and down, soaking in her appearance just as she had down with Vienna. The dress wasn’t something Emersyn would ever pluck off a rack and willingly add to her wardrobe, but from the looks of this girl, Emersyn could tell it suited her nicely. Extremely nicely. The blush pink complimented her fiery red hair, and even the puffed shoulders, something Emersyn was neither for nor against, didn’t look out of sorts. She reminded Emersyn of those field girls she’d see on Pinterest, in truth; the cottage core aesthetics were easily distinguishable.

Her eyes moved from girl to girl, only to land back in her lap for a fleeting moment. Three very different styles here. Emersyn had gone for comfort, and while she didn’t easily fall into a self-conscious state, she couldn’t help but dip back into the section of faded memories in her mind in an attempt to recall whether or not there was a dress code. God, she sure hoped not. It was a plane ride, after all.

As someone who had never been a fan of pet names, Emersyn did her best to brush off the cooed “darling”, knowing it definitely wasn’t to make them feel on edge. It was a lot easier than she thought, which took her by surprise, but at the same time... also, did not. She took the only reason she was iffy in the first place was likely because when she sided with pet names, it was for a sarcastic reason. “Hey,” she greeted in return, tipping her head up in the newcomer’s direction, catching her eye with ease. “Blaire, right?” She was confident this was Blaire, as she matched the description from head to toe, but the safest option was to clarify, just in case.

She glanced back at Vienna as her smooth voice rolled over the both of them yet again. “The pictures I’ve seen are stunning,” she agreed a moment later, shifting her focus from one to the other. “Have either of you ever been?”

[kafka `]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxmilo momentarily thought that the ground should swallow him whole, that god should intervene and simply take him out, anything to get him out of this situation, despite him bringing this upon himself, like the fool he is. the blank expression the woman gave him as she stared at him reinforced his thoughts tenfold, and he thought that maybe getting up and finding another seat was a good course of action. he opened his mouth to apologise and promptly leave, but the woman beat him to it, and quite honestly milo thought he could cry in relief at her response, but he didn’t, because he’d already embarrassed himself enough.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxinstead, he put on the gentle smile he was known for, “yeah, hawaii,” it was as if milo visibly relaxed, and though the woman in front of him still didn’t seem particularly thrilled to be meeting someone that’s going on the same trip as him, milo wouldn’t let that deter him, because the quicker he got comfortable with the people he was to supposed to be staying with, the better, “i’m glad to have sat by you by chance, i don’t think i’m comfortable enough to introduce myself to, uh,” he glanced at his phone to remind himself of the name of the woman who sent the text, “blaire.” he finished with a sheepish smile.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxthis wasn’t exactly comfortable either, but at least it forced him to socialise now instead of later when he was forced to sit next to a stranger for the next eleven hours. this was almost easing him in, and milo would like to think that he wasn’t actually that socially incompetent face-to-face, other than the occasional stammer and awkward pause, but this seemed okay up to now. well, mostly. he still had an inkling that the woman wanted to be anywhere but here, but he couldn’t really blame her, since he could almost relate. but he had agreed to this trip, and he wasn’t about to back out, no matter how tempting it was.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe question had surprised him — though quite honestly it shouldn’t have, considering the state of his frappuccino — and he took a glance at the drink in his hand, contemplating for a moment whether he really truly wanted to utter its name out loud for the second time that day, “its an… uh,” he scratched at the back of his neck, very clearly hesitating as the tell-tale shade of red dusted the tips of his ears in embarrassment. he heaved a sigh of defeat, turning back to the woman, “it's a caramel cocoa cluster frappuccino,” he pursed his lips, unsure of how she would react to it, but milo prayed she would mock or insult him for his choice of drink, “i know, it sounds ridiculous, but,” he took a sip of the drink, “it’s actually pretty good.”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxmaybe he was making far too many assumptions about this woman, something that he found himself doing quite a lot with the other people around him. maybe she was just a little awkward like him and very probably tired. he should be a bit more open-minded.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxbut no matter how the woman turned out to be in the end, milo was determined to befriend her over the trip.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx“i’m milo, by the way,” he realised that he should probably introduce himself, “what about you?” he’d likely be seeing the woman more often, and he was tired of referring to the woman as ‘the woman’ in his head, so it would be nice to put a name to the face. this was how friendships were formed right? he’d get the hang of it eventually, and hopefully, he’d get the hang of it by the time of their flight, because he didn’t want to spend eleven hours being intensely conscious of the person next to him but not be able to speak a word. though then again, he could end up next to someone much more talkative than he is, which would be a blessing, because he cannot carry face-to-face conversations to save his life.