“I cannot believe you used to be a flight attendant.” Nicholas said in awe.
It’s a Friday night and they’re wrapped around each other, Olly’s legs on Nick’s lap and Nick sitting beside his love wearing the most hideous pink sweater Olly has ever seen. After work, they had both gone to Nick’s house to relax, Olly had kindly borrowed a white long sleeved shirt and yellow sweatpants and now, spread out in front of them were packs of Chinese takeout and an empty bottle of red wine.
“I loved flying, sometimes I loved the passengers. They were so nice and I loved the mix of languages and accents in the plane.”
“Then why did you give it up?” Nick asked and Olly falls quiet. He knew he had to do this sooner or later but he didn’t think it’d be this soon. It’s been three days with their encounte
