<span style="color: #008080">Murphy had to take a look at his ticket again, he almost didn't believe it. <span style="font-style: italic">"First Class? You gotta be kidding me! Maybe this new job won't be so bad after all...."</span> He certainly wouldn't turn down a First Class ticket, especially a window seat. Shanan even happened to be on the other side of the plane, as he casually glanced two rows down and to his left. <br/><br/>He couldn't help but think just how much his luck had turned around today, just by going to a bar and requesting to sit down next to her. That was a one in a million shot, and he must have cheated that somehow. Neither of them were inebriated so he couldn't blame a single thing on the minuscule amount of alcohol in his body. <span style="font-style: italic">"Maybe I should just sit back, relax, and let it all just happen."</span> <br/><br/>As Murphy approached his seat, his thoughts were almost distracting enough that he forgot to pull his book from the front pocket of his backpack before stowing it in the overhead compartment. He took another glance at Shanan, hoping she wouldn't notice of course, before taking his seat. Hunger awoke inside of his stomach a little, and he knew no food was arriving for a short time. Suppressing it seemed easy enough for now, as thoughts of sleep and, occasionally, his new acquaintance filled his mind. Eyes closed, he awaited the coming of food, and the safe arrival to his destination.</span>