<a class="postlink" href="http://i960.photobucket.com/albums/ae84/JOHNLEATHAM/boeing_787_dreamliner.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">Shanan easily found her seat and claimed it. The rows of seats were only two wide in first class, so she claimed the window seat. The view meant little to her, but she hated having someone climb over her almost as much as she hated having to get up and let someone out every hour. This way, she'd be left alone until she chose to get up.<br/><br/>Without thinking about it, she worked quickly through her mental checklist, the thoughts passing through her head with only half of her attention. <span style="font-style: italic">'Stow the suit case...'</span> she thought to herself, <span style="font-style: italic">'good, it fits this time. Tablet in the magazine pouch for now. Air vent works... turn it on now, it's gonna get hot. Any children around? Ah, good... none that I can see...'</span><br/><br/>Her thoughts continued this way as she took in her surroundings  in the small section of the plane, though they passed through her mind without sticking. The bulk of her attention was still focused on the man from the bar. There had been something about him... <br/><br/>Shaking herself, she tried to bring her thoughts back to the present. It wouldn't do to dwell on encounters like that. she had long given up on 'love'. There was no such thing. Relationships worked for some people, she knew... but they only lasted due to convenience, or foolishness. <br/><br/>As Shanan settled into her seat, daintily crossing her legs in a comfortable, diginified position, she sighed. Finding the button to recline her seat, she settled her head back against the rest and waited for the long flight to begin. </span>