Can you do one where he meets Y/n on a plane, and he like grows fond of
her endearingly dorky personality. And maybe even she catches him
looking at her phone, and laughing about something funny on it?
You hated flying.
In all your years of travel you had avoided airplanes as much as humanly possible. If you could drive somewhere, you drove. If you could take a train, you took a train. You had even been known to take a boat or two. Anything that got you out of having to fly.
It wasn’t as if you had had a bad experience with air travel before; all of the flights you had taken had been relatively uneventful. It was just something about the thought of being thousands of feet in the air literally contained in a box with wings that freaked you out.
Unfortunately, there was no boat that would take you from Los Angeles to London, no matter how much you wished for one. So you had to deal with your anxiety and board the plane.
One of your stipulations was that you never wanted a window seat. Unlike most people, the ability to be able to see the clouds was not appealing to you. You would rather just pretend that you were in some sort of moving vehicle that was firmly on the ground and, because you couldn’t see outside, you wouldn’t be hyper-aware of the difference.
When you got on the plane, you made your way to your seat and attempted to store your carry-on bag in the overhead compartment. You were always just a few inches too short to reach it comfortably and it always turned into an embarrassing struggle as you strained and reached up, face turning red from exertion and being aware that there were also people trying to move past you in the aisle way.
You were starting to get frustrated with your bag when you heard a deep voice behind you.
“D’you want some help with that?”