Though Nora was actively trying to avoid the gaze of the stranger across the aisle from her, she could not deny that he was devastatingly handsome. He looked pretty ripped underneath his attire and had a jawline that looked like it could cut glass. Why did it always happen to be that the breathtakingly attractive guys were also the biggest assholes?<br/><br/>Case in point, Mr. Hot Rod.<br/><br/>He actually made fun of her for saying ‘ew,’ which caught Nora off guard, slightly, causing a brow to perk. Apparently the expression was juvenile according to him. She scoffed at his comeback about junior high. “Yeah, I’m actually ten years out of high school and things can still be ‘ew,’ if you ask me.” She wasn’t really sure why she was bothering to engage with the guy, but it was going to be a long flight.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was a good time to put her headphones on and ignore the chiseled model type.<br/><br/>Her face contorted into one of confused disgust when he implied that she was playing hard to get. Unfortunately, she had to look at him in the process, and that look granted her a glimpse at his lip being tugged by his finger and his deep brown eyes leering away at her like she was a forbidden fruit just vying to be plucked and juiced.<br/><br/>His next comment was about the last thing she had expected to hear, though. Apparently he knew people in the TV business and he thought she had a Hollywood sort of look. “Hah!” She released a loud, singular laugh, unintentionally, which spoke volumes to how ludicrous she thought he sounded. As her lashes smothered her eyes and she fell deeper into laughter, her head fell backward and she let out a snort.<br/><br/>“Good one,” she muttered, clearly assuming that he was joking, or using yet another line on her.<br/><br/>By then, she had the menu in her hands and had read through it about three times total, before deciding on what she would order. Honestly, all of the options were a bit much, in her opinion. She sighed as she tucked the menu away again, looking visibly disappointed. Was it too much to ask for a peanut butter and banana sandwich? Apparently.<br/><br/>Just as she was getting more comfortable in her seat, intent on ignoring the stranger across the way for the rest of the flight, he then pulled a line that did little to hide his intentions. She glared at him, then pointedly rolled her eyes. “Look, I’m not interested in having sex with you. I’m not the ‘nother notch on your belt’ sort of girl.”<br/><br/>She folded one leg over the other and started to dig through her purse for something to silence him, like her headphones. “And in case my near panic attack earlier wasn’t enough evidence, I don’t fly very often.” She confessed, though why she felt the need to share anything with him at that point, was beyond her.